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hannieehaee · 2 days

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sorry to hear you’ve been feeling unwell, I hope you’re starting to feel much better and congrats on the milestone!!

I’d love to request a fic where both junhui and oc are on separate work trips, missing eachother not being able to talk much, arrive home separately on the same day and have the most super intense and passionate fucking EVER bc they missed each other ever so much :’))))

thank you thank you for your beautiful writing!!

18+ / mdi

content: bf!jun, softdom!jun, afab reader, smut, reunion sex, penetrative sex, dry humping, etc.

wc: 1734

a/n: thank u so much for ur concern im feeling way better now c: and thanks for requesting!! i hope u enjoy<3

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"okay, so you're getting home at 5, right? please tell me there's been no change of plans, fuck, i'll go crazy if-"

"jun! yes! i'm getting home at 5. nothing has changed. i'll see you today at 5, okay, babe? stop overthinking it," you reassured your boyfriend before he could go on yet another rant about how badly he missed you.

throughout the past three weeks, you and your boyfriend had had a bit of trouble aligning your schedules. he had left on a work trip about twenty days ago all while you left on your own trip two weeks after that. having returned home a few days ago, he was bummed to realize that he'd be coming back to an empty home as you finished up your own work.

finally, after far too many days away from one another, your schedules aligned. after three grueling weeks in separation, your return was set for today, with a ride already booked to bring you home at around five in the afternoon. jun had only been home alone for two days, but he had been itching to see you for far too long already.

it was uncommon for the two of you to spend so much time away from each other. work trips were not usual for either of your work schedules, so such a sudden and prolonged separation had thrown you completely off guard.

jun had taken the brunt of it, constantly spamming you with texts and calls detailing how much he missed you – and which parts of you he missed the most.

your boyfriend was not shy to express his desire for you even through the distance. although he missed the softer and less explicit parts of your presence, he was a little extra vocal about the carnal ways in which he yearned for you these past few weeks. calling you for phone sex became a common occurrence only a few days into your separation, as jun would call you every other day with his dick already in hand.

every single one of these calls would be accompanied by hints at all the things he would do to you the moment you were back together, leading you to becoming just as pent up as jun clearly was.

unsure, yet excited for what was to come when you finally arrived home, you prepared yourself the best you could to finally be dicked down by your boyfriend. you were practically vibrating with anticipation by now.

"okay, fuck, sorry," he apologized, "i'm just so excited to see you."

"i know, baby. me too," you reassured.

"don't even knock when you get here. i'll leave the door open. just run to the bedroom. i don't think i'll be able to waste even one second without touching you," he rambled on, completely serious too.

you chuckled, "okay, junnie. i'll be ready for you to tackle me with your dick."

"you think it's a joke, but i will!"

"baby? are you in the room? i'm hom- hmph!"

despite the lighthearted discussion you'd had about your return, you assumed jun had been exaggerating a bit. you expected a soft welcome accompanied by a hug and maybe a kiss before being ultimately led to bed to get the dick you'd been thirsting after for weeks. jun had different plans, though.

the moment you walked in, jun jumped you, running out of the room and meeting you as you'd barely crossed the door to your apartment. interrupting your inquiries for his location, he locked your lips in a kiss, forcing your bag off your shoulder with rushed hands and walking back into your room as he held onto your hips for guidance.

there were no thoughts in your head as you followed along, kissing him back just as passionately as he did you, putting everything in the kiss; everything you'd been holding back these past weeks. in a similar fashion, jun moaned and groaned into your lips, gaining pleasure from the mere contact with you.

clearly pent up and with a heightened sense of need for you, he continued to whimper and moan as he felt you up, hands liberal in their touches of your ass and tits.

"missed you so much, fuck. feel so soft ... so pretty and good for me," he breathed out as his lips trailed down your neck.

his hands went straight to your clothing, attempting to rip it off after a mere five minutes of kissing, quickly becoming frustrated by the lack of skin to skin contact.

"need to get this shit off you. been thinking about your body for weeks," he huffed, throwing off your shirt and clipping off your bra, "seeing it through a screen isnt enough."

he was a mess as he took off your clothes, but eventually got the job done, pushing you lightly onto the bee before doing quick work of his own clothes as he stared down at your bare body with a look in his eyes that could only be described as immense desire.

"junnie, hurry the fuck up!", you rushed him despite how accelerated he already was. you couldnt help yourself when he looked so good as he stripped down for you. his eyes only gave you indication of how good you were about to be fucked – how could you resist in riling him up a bit more?

huffing again, he basically toppled you over, making you lay flat against the bed as he climbed over you. immediately reconnecting your lips, he began to aggressively make out with you once more, hands groping at every inch they could reach. both your hips were uncontrollable, messily humping into each other in search of some sort of friction.

"baby, need you so fucking bad," he breathed against your lips, "gonna fuck you so good. been thinking about it every night," he mumbled into your skin as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of red marks and saliva behind.

"then fuck me already," you whined with grabby hands digging into his back, pulling his hips against your own by your legs.

with a rush, he reached into the bedside table, hands bumping into the table a few times before finally making it to the drawer and pulling out a long line of condoms.

"oh? you have a big night planned?", you snickered at the sight.

"shut up," he rolled his eyes with a laugh, getting up to rip off the condom and put it on.

in the meantime, you flipped yourself over, getting on all fours and arching your back for him with the knowledge of how pent up and desperate he was. the sight was usually able to flip a switch in his mind, making him lose all composure and fuck you senseless. today was no different.

upon realizing your change in position, he groaned deep in his chest, rushing to press himself up against you and grabbing harshly onto your hips to push them up into his cock. with no further warning, he eased his way into you, slow in his entrance but accelerating the moment you nodded back at him to give him the green light to begin moving.

with an inhuman speed, jun fucked into you almost animalistically, completely losing sight of himself and babbling nonsensical praise to your cunt while embedding himself into the pleasure. his fingers dug deep into your hips, surely leaving marks that he'd have to kiss later.

forcing your back into an even deeper arch, jun began dragging your hips back and forth into his cock, coordinating the rhythm of his own rocking of his hips. despite the mindless way in which he harshly fucked into you, he let out the most pathetic whimpers at the feeling of your cunt wrapping around him. faring no better than him, your own cries accompanied his own in filling up the otherwise silent room.

"missed this cunt so badly ... you have no idea how much," he grunted breathlessly, "t-tell me you've missed me too," he practically pleaded afterwards.

"missed you, junhui, so much ..."

"tell me how much," he demanded, hips never ceased in slapping against your ass.

"s-so much. missed you so fucking much, junhui," you cried out when his hips accelerated even more, making your eyes roll back at the aggressive yet finessed manner he fucked into you.

"missed you more," he let out in a huff, "gonna show you all night. gonna make you cum again and again til you're begging me to stop," he reassured in slurred words, clearly almost at the point of losing himself to his high.

"'m gonna cum, junie, please ... cum with me," you begged, needing to make him delirious with pleasure in the same way he did you.

with tears in your eyes, your orgasm reached you, making you hiccup moans and cries of jun's name while he continued to fuck into you.

"so fucking good for me, shit. got so t-tight, oh fuck- g-gonna cum, shit."

his orgasm was not far from yours, catching him off guard due to the pulsing of your cunt during your own high. somehow he managed to become even more desperate in the canting of his hips, making you cry out in sensitivity but prevail throughout it as the impact was too pleasurable for you to actually want to push him away.

almost falling against you, he leaned into you as he caught his breath. meanwhile, you were a shell of your former self, completely spent under him and attempting to regain your own breath.

in just a few moments, jun began silently kissing up and down your back before pulling out and ridding himself of the condom, immediately going back to loving on you with his lips and massaging at your hips tenderly with his hands.

wordlessly, he helped you lay down on your stomach as he wrapped around you, continuing to kiss and rub at your sore form before finally speaking up.

"i really missed you," he began with a murmur, "was that too much?"

"no, junnie. i missed you too much to not let you fuck me like an animal," you chuckled after recovering your ability to speak.

"good, cause i'm planning on using that whole pack of condoms," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

your body might not make it til the next day, but reuniting with your boyfriend and his endless stamina made it worth it.

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totalswag · 3 days

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chapter two - all i want

authors note super sorry chapter two is up so late but it's finally here for you guys! thank you so much for your patients. officially on summer break and i will have more free time on my hands. if you would like to be on my taglist for this series let me know in the comments.

summary Y/N Y/L/N is a regular kook that lives in the Outer Banks. One of the most pleasant person to encounter. Room lights up when you enter a room. Contrary to some kooks, you don't care whether side of the island people come from. Friends with the pogue's. You go through a lot struggles in your life where you shy's away from the world. Rafe Cameron, also known as Kook King. He has a huge reputation on the island; is cold, cocky, jerk face, asshole, and will say whatever he wants to get what he wants. Behind all that tuff-ness, he struggles with a lot of things too. On a random Friday night you meet for the first time and Rafe can’t seem to get you out of his head after your little encounter. He’s never met a girl like you before. Eventually, you learn a lot about the Cameron boy from your eyes.

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warnings love, crying, kissing/making out, yelling, partying, cursing, explicit scenes, fighting, mentions of death, possible pregnancy?, addiction, mentions of drinking and other drug substances.

The next morning rolls around. The sun shines through the curtains, birds chirping, and the neighbors trim their lawns. Ordinary mornings on the Outer Banks.

Your eyes open gradually, blinking a few times before rubbing them. As you extend your body, you let out a little groan. You feel a minor headache coming on now that you've woken up.

You're not sure how you wound up back at Scarlett's house, but you arrived safely in bed, makeup off and wearing comfortable clothing. Hands try to find your phone, patting on the covers, trying to find it. When you can’t find it, you lift your body up, only to find it on the floor.

8:30am

"Good morning, sunshine," Scarlett murmurs, turning to face you with her eyes still closed.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you say sarcastically, pushing yourself back under the blankets.

"How did we get back to your house?" You ask casually because all you can think of is how you got home safely without being wounded or waking up with your clothes and makeup still on.

Scarlett giggles, "my brother picked us up and brought us back after we bribed him with food"

"Okay, that sounds exactly like us when we're drunk," you say, shaking your head.

"So, you wanna tell me what went on between you and Rafe Cameron?" Scarlett dives right into the debrief from last night. "You had that man hooked the entire night, with you two even kissing, Y/N!" she says, her eyes wild.

Oh shit

You can't remember much from yesterday night except getting drunk, playing drinking games, dancing with your friends, and chatting with Rafe. You were shocked to learn that, despite it being your first meeting, Rafe Cameron was with you all night long.

"We got to know one other better. He asked me why we hadn't met before, and I explained that we have the same friends, but we have different priorities." You feel Scarlett's eyes on you the entire time, "We kept eye contact the entire time during our conversation, and whenever I talk to a guy, he can never keep eye contact," you ramble on.

Scarlett dropped her jaw, unable to believe what she was hearing. For a long time, she has wanted you to find someone who makes you happy and makes life worthwhile. She realizes that you stated "my person will come to me when I least expect it," and right now she believes Rafe Cameron is that person.

“You need to hit him up or ask to hang out soon because holy crap Y/N”

"Stop it, I'm sure he was being his usual self when he talks to girls," you shrug, removing your blankets and getting up to eat breakfast.

"Don't say that, you know it's true," she gestures at you sharply, "you are right, let's eat breakfast"

During breakfast you continue to talk about the rest of the night with Rafe and how it went all together.

When you made it home, you quickly ran to your shower to get last night off you. Drank water and ibuprofen to get the minor headache to go away.

The feeling of showering after going out feels amazing and you feel completely clean. Usually you take showers the night of but surprisingly this time you didn’t.

By the time you got out of the shower, it was noon. It was just you and your mom at the house while your dad was at work and your younger sister, Jasmine, was at a friend's house next door.

You were putting lotion on your legs in the bathroom when the sound of your moms voice called you from downstairs. "Y/N can you come down here real quick please?" You murmur to yourself before getting your phone and heading downstairs to see what your mom needed.

"Yes, mom?" you inquire, puzzled.

She smiles, "Do you want to go to the store with me to get stuff for dinner tonight? "Dad wants to barbecue steak, and the weather is lovely today," she says as she walks around the kitchen to get her car keys and groceries bags from the pantry.

You lean against the counter and watch your mother stroll about the kitchen. From a young age, you’ve always enjoyed going to places with your mom, it’s been a bonding thing for you two.

"Yeah, sure, let me put my sandals on first," your mother nods, indicating that she will wait in the car.

The drive to the grocery shop took five minutes. The parking lot appeared to be packed, as it usually is. Your mom handed you a list of items she needed as she pushed the cart. There weren't many items, but enough to feed the entire family tonight.

Your headache had gone away which was a relief.

"Should we get your sister ice cream for dessert?" Your mother inquires, pausing in the ice cream aisle and pointing to Jasmine's favorite ice cream.

"She's been asking me to come here for it since Monday, so I don't see why not," you say, already walking past your mom to get the ice cream.

The rest of the time at the grocery store, you helped your mom grab the items she needed to make dinner for the night. Both made sure everything was checked off before checking out.

By the time you arrived home, your dad's truck was parked on the long driveway; it sounded like he had just returned home. When mom switched off the engine, dad walked out of the garage in his regular clothes, looking like he was ready to barbecue.

"Hi honey, how was work?" Your mother asked gently, her face brightened up, excited about seeing him.

"Not too bad, just a bunch of meetings and figuring out new things to put out next year," your dad says as he grabs bags from the trunk.

Your dad works for a well-known company that has been successful since its inception. He works on the mainland and travels for work when needed. When he visits the mainland, he encounters a large number of individuals and attends numerous meetings.

He has done a lot for the family to get you where you are now. Both parents have wonderful jobs.

Dinner was delicious—steak with potatoes, salad, strawberries, and shrimp on the side. Because the weather was so wonderful, you ate dinner in the backyard under the lights that surrounded the entire area. The pool waterfall was turned on, as were the pool lights, to enhance ambiance.

You sat at the table for thirty minutes after eating, discussing everyone's day, recalling prior memories, and so on. Jasmine and you helped with putting dirty dishes away and bringing items into the house.

When you were done with that, you went upstairs to your room and changed into sweatpants and a tank top for the remainder of the night. Scarlett texted you, asking if you wanted to go for a drive and perhaps stop for some snacks.

People were posting on social media about a bonfire on the beach; it did not appear to be anything huge, just a relaxing event. You didn't think much of it and preferred to hang out with your best friend instead.

"I'm going on a drive with Scarlett for a bit," you say as you go by your parents in the kitchen, holding a glass of wine. Before hugging your parents, you get some cold cold water from the fridge.

“Be safe please” your mom tells you.

"Long time no see" Scarlett sings, with the passenger window down and music playing in the background, "It's been eight hours since we last saw each other?" You both giggle as Scarlett drives out of your driveway.

You were about to open your mouth till your phone started to buzz. Your face frowns as you pull your phone from your sweatpant pocket.

Topper Thornton - rafe won't stop asking me about you

Topper Thornton - so what i’m gonna ask is if i can give him your number?

Topper Thornton - or you can come to the bonfire right now by the beach and you two can get to know each other?

Your jaw drops from shock. You glance to Scarlett, who is already smirking and keeping her focus fixed on the road. When she continued urging you to go for a "drive" around figure eight, something itched in your gut.

She was bringing you to the bonfire.

"Did you already know about this?" giving her a suspicious look, leaning over to get a good look at her face, hoping she'll crack.

"Maybe I did, but I still want to go for a drive first," you say without hesitation, giving you the impression that she still wants to drive about first.

The two of you drove about Kildare for fifteen minutes before heading down to the beach where everyone else was. When you arrived at the beach, there were few people because cops had closed it off.

"Wanna grab some blankets? I have them in my trunk," Scarlet says, pointing to her trunk as she parks her car.

When you two arrived, your close friends seemed pleased to see you. You sat on the log with the blanket wrapped around you.

You scanned the area, looking for Rafe. Deep down, you were curious about why he was so interested in you and wanted to get to know you. He has a well-known reputation on the island. Perhaps there is something about him that will capture your attention.

"Hey, Y/N" Rafe's voice came into vision as you gazed off into the distance.

You shake your head, looking up to him with a cheerful grin, "Oh, hey there Rafe"

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" He asks, pointing to the free space to your left.

"Yes of course."

Everything in your body was becoming agitated with a variety of emotions. You were unsure what these feelings meant, but you hoped they were positive.

Rafe gives a little sigh and rubs his hands down his thighs. You realize that he is about to say something.

"How are you feeling after last night?" He questions out of interest, scanning your expression, hoping you were not feeling uneasy.

"I awoke with a little headache, but otherwise I felt okay. I'm generally good with my drinking, but sometimes it gets to me the next morning," you say with a chuckle.

"What about you?" You respond by asking.

"Pretty good, not too bad" he explains.

You nod, staring down at your lap, attempting to get the words out.

"I'm glad you came out tonight because I think you're very nice and I enjoy your company," Rafe says, staring at you.

"Also, you are pretty" he quickly adds.

The butterflies begin to gather in your stomach, and you conceal your face between your shoulders, facing the opposite side of Rafe, hoping he won't see your reaction, but the sound of his laugh said it all.

"I had no idea I was coming out here tonight, Scarlett nudged me into it, but I'm also glad I came out here tonight too, Rafe," you smile while softly pushing his shoulder.

"I like your company too and I think your cute too" you add.

For the next thirty minutes, Rafe and you get to know each other and discuss various topics. The way the conversation was going, you got the impression that you two will be hanging out one on one shortly without any friends around.

You two grabbed beers from the cooler further away from the fire pit then walked over where Scarlett and Topper were near the water.

"Glad to see you two finally join us," Topper says sarcastically, making the other guys laugh.

"Haha, very funny, Top," Rafe says, rolling his eyes.

Scarlett approaches you, asking if the conversation went well; you give her two thumbs up, and she squeals discreetly so no one else notices.

It was getting close to your curfew, and your parents wanted you home by midnight. Scarlett and you were heading together to the trash can to throw out your drinks. Everyone else was collecting everything else.

You said your goodbyes to your friends before heading over to Rafe, who was standing near the hill that led to the cars. He smiles as you approach; he has a good smile, you think to yourself.

"Looks like we're splitting up again, huh?" you reply with a hint of disappointment.

"I don't think so, Y/N," Rafe says.

You look at him perplexed, but you know where the next question is going.

"How about I give you my phone number?" I'd like to get to know you better and hang out with you anytime next week when you're available. He respectfully asks, grinning cutely.

"Yes, you can give me your number and I would like that" you say with a grin.

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mustainegf · 3 days

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Fluff w/ James where the reader is having a sleep over at the metallimansion and he asks the reader to braid his hair and in return they try to teach him how to do it too but he's really bad and he feels bad that he knotted up the reader's hair so they cuddle and the reader just reassures him that it's okay

I’m gonna kiss him EVERYWHERE DUDE

I had always liked the laid-back, almost chaotic vibe of James' house. It was a rambling, old-fashioned place filled with mismatched furniture and band posters on the walls, reflecting the eclectic personalities of its residents, James and his bandmates.

Tonight, I was staying over for the first time.

James and I were cuddled up on the worn-out sofa in the living room.

His bandmates had retreated to their rooms or were out for the night, leaving us in a rare moment of solitude.

His head was resting on my lap, his long, unruly hair sprawled out like a dark, tangled sea.

I ran my fingers through it absentmindedly, feeling the soft strands glide through my fingers.

"Hey, I was actually curious about something," James said, his voice slightly muffled by my sweater.

“What's up?" I replied, looking down at him with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. "Would you braid my hair?"

I blinked, surprised by the unexpected request. "I'd love to!" I said, my smile widening. "Why didn't you ask earlier?"

“I don't know," he admitted, looking a bit embarrassed. "I thought it might be weird."

I chuckled softly. "Not weird at all, James. Come on, sit up."

He shifted, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His hair, long and thick, was perfect for braiding.

I separated it into sections and began weaving them together.

The room was quiet except for the distant hum of a bassline coming from one of the bedrooms.

As I worked, I could feel the tension melting from his shoulders, his eyes half-closed in relaxation.

“You know," he said after a while, "I've always wondered how you do this. It looks so complicated."

“It's not that hard once you get the hang of it," I replied, tying off the end of the braid with a small elastic band I found on my wrist. "I could teach you if you want."

He laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "Yeah, right. I'd probably make a mess of it."

"I can teach you," I insisted, feeling a bit playful. "Come on, give it a try."

I turned around, gathering my own hair into a loose ponytail and then splitting it into three sections. James looked at the strands with trepidation, his fingers hovering uncertainly.

"Okay, so you take the right section and cross it over the middle," I instructed. "Then you take the left section and cross it over the new middle section. It's like a pattern—right over middle, left over middle."

He nodded, biting his lip in concentration as he tried to follow my instructions.

His hands were clumsy at first, the strands slipping from his fingers. I could feel the tension in his movements, the gentle tugging as he struggled to keep the sections separate.

“You're doing good, Jamie," I encouraged with a giggle, even though I could feel the knots forming in my hair.

He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. "I don't know how you do this so easily," he said, his frustration evident.

"It's just practice," I said, giggling slightly as another knot tightened. "You're doing fine."

Finally, he stopped, letting out a deep sigh. "Shit, baby… I think I just made a huge mess."

I reached up, feeling the tangled sections of hair and couldn't help but laugh. "Well, it's definitely... unique."

James looked genuinely remorseful. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

“Hey, it's okay," I interrupted, pulling him close. "It's just hair. We can fix it."

He wrapped his arms around me, resting his forehead against mine. "You're way too nice to me."

"That's because you're worth it," I said softly, running my fingers over his smooth braid. "And besides, now we have an excuse to cuddle."

We lay back down on the sofa, his head on my chest this time.

The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, the rise and fall of his breathing soothing. I stroked my hair, gently working out the tangles he'd accidentally created.

"I'm really sorry about the knots," he murmured, his voice drowsy.

"It's okay, you don’t have to apologize, James," I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He smiled against my skin, his arms tightening around me. "I love you," he whispered, the words making my heart skip a beat.

"I love you too," I replied, feeling a warmth grip my chest.

We lay there in comfortable silence, everything felt perfect. Just the two of us, tangled hair and all, wrapped up in each other.

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kpop---scenarios · 18 hours

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Reckless (5)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Best Friend

Warning: Heartache

Word Count: 2.2k

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A/N: Let me know in the comments if you think Y/N will give Minho another chance!?

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“What the fuck are you two doing!?” You scream as you run down the stairs, just as Chan raises his fist to Minho. You place your hand on Chan's chest, looking up at him with worried eyes. He's so focused on Minho he barely notices you there, until you press your hand harder on his chest. He feels you, he looks down, into your eyes and breathes. You can see the bruise forming under his eye right before you. He lowers his fist, unleashing his hand.

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” Chan sighs.

“Are you okay?” You ask, gently running your thumb over his swollen face.

“Nothing I haven't dealt with before.” He chuckles. You smile at him before turning around. “You.” You snap, pointing at Minho.

“What?” He asks, crossing his arm.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” You yell. “Why are you punching Chan?”

“He fucking deserved it.” Minho spits. Chan lunges for Minho. You get in between the two, pushing Chan out of the house. The two of you walk to Chan's car as he tries to calm down.

“He's such a fucking asshole.” Chan groans, speeding from your house.

“Tell me about it.” You sigh. You glance over at Chan, as he turns onto different streets to get to the restaurant. You watch him as he chews on his bottom lip, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drives.

“What's up?” You ask, giving him a smile.

“What do you mean?” He chuckles.

“You look like you're deep in thought over there.” You giggle.

“Yeah.. I'm battling internally about bringing up something. I don't want you mad at me.”

“Just ask.”

You knew it was going to be about Minho. And this time you weren't going to lie.

“You and Minho…” He pauses. You sigh.

“Yes.” You begin. “Minho and I have been sleeping together periodically but..” you now pause.

“But?”

“but.. I'm not sure to be honest. I don't know what it is. He's never taken me out, he tells people I'm not his type, he gets jealous when I'm with other guys but he doesn't want to be seen with me.. he won't tell Jisung about us but he'll go date this Maya girl.. and still fool around with me.. and I know I should stop it, I know he doesn't treat me good, he's mean but he's protective.. and I don't know, I'm just so confused.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“Come on, I'll say what I need to say inside.” He smiles, getting out of the car. You'd been rambling so long you hadn't even noticed the car had stopped. The two of you walk into the restaurant, to be seated immediately. You browse the menu, deciding to go with your favorite brunch menu item.

“So.” Chan says, clearing his throat. “It's good that you realize he's not treating you how you should be treated - and yes, I'm giving you the ‘you deserve better’ lecture, because you do.” He says. “Y/N you're bright, and beautiful and you absolutely deserve the world and someone who is going to publicly praise you in that world.” He smiles.

Your heart flutters. Chan was so sweet, thoughtful and caring. Not to mention so handsome. You felt safe with him and you liked him, so why couldn't you stop thinking about Minho?

“I think I need time away from him.” You say, resting your head on your palm. Time away would do you good but why did it have to hurt your heart so much?

“I think that's the best idea. You're more than welcome to stay with me.” He smiles.

“As much as I appreciate that, you live with Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin in a two bedroom apartment. I don't think there is much more room.” You giggle.

“I think you're right.” He laughs.

Later that day, you had messaged Hyunjin about crashing on his couch. You vaguely remembered your drunken night together, but definitely remembered him trying to kiss you. You decided that it was just from the two of you being drunk and left it at that. He of course, said yes about 3 seconds after you texted him. When Chan brought you home, you ran upstairs to pack some things, clothes, toiletries, stuff for school, things you would need to be gone for a week or two. You ran back downstairs and left while there was no one home, got back in Chan's car and he drove you over to Hyunjin's place. You hadn't even told Jisung that you weren't going to be home. You wouldn't have been able to do it in person, when he asked you why, what were you going to say? You fucked his best friend and he continued to treat you like shit but you continued to let him fuck you? No, you weren't ready for that conversation. It was easier to lie over text, for you at least. You told him it was a school project. He believed you, of course he did. He knew how you were about school.

“So.” Hyunjin begins. “You wanna tell me why you're staying here instead of your house?” He asks.

“Not yet.” You smile. “I've got a lot of things to sort out.”

“Is it Minho?” He asks.

You nod your head.

“Take your time, sweet. I'll be here whenever you need me.” He smiles. You curled up in the spare bedroom, in the new bed, in the new sheets that Hyunjin went out and bought today, specifically so you didn't have to sleep on the couch. You told him you would have been fine but nope. That's not how he does things.

As you laid alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel like somehow this whole thing was your fault. You technically did start this whole.. whatever it was. But you knew it wasn't. He started it too, not just you. He's as guilty as you, if not more. You felt like you needed to talk to him to see where the two of you stood, but after what he said to you at the restaurant and then him punching Chan.. how could you even face him? You couldn't.

And you didn't.

The first week he texted you, a few times a day. He asked you what was going on, why weren't you home?

I miss you.

Did he? Or did he miss the hole that couldn't say no to him.

You never answered him. You read the messages and used a lot of self control to put your phone down and ignore him.

The second week it was mostly Jisung who messaged you. He was starting to believe it was not a school project that had you out of the house. He asked you to come home so he could talk to you. But you couldn't. Not yet. You were finally starting to feel a little bit different. Thoughts of Minho didn't fill your head at all hours of the day anymore, everyday it seemed to be less and less. You were starting to feel like it wasn't your fault that he didn't want anything more with you. You had often wondered, what was wrong with you? Why weren't you good enough?

And then on the 3rd week, you realized that it wasn't you. It had nothing to do with you and it was all him. You were worth more than what he was giving you. Jisung had messaged you, asking you what the hell was going on. Why Minho was sulking around the house, his fuse was short and he lost it over nothing. He said Minho was miserable and wanted to know if you knew anything about it.

You said you didn't.

By the 4th week, you were feeling better than you ever had. Even Hyunjin had noticed. You were brighter, happier and seemed to be more like yourself.

“You look like you've finally worked through everything.” Hyunjin smiles.

“You're right.” You laugh. “I've finally realized my worth.”

“Good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He says.

“Jisung said he was gonna be out tonight with Jisoo and..him. I'm gonna go home and grab a few other things. Thank you again, jinnie. You really saved me.”

“I'll save you anytime you need.” He grins.

Later that night you walk into the house you hadn't stepped foot in, in a month. It seemed different but the same at the same time. It smelled the same but different. You didn't know how to explain it. You quickly ran up the stairs, walking into your room to grab your things. You got some clothing items and a few other odds and ends you needed. You were going to turn around when you heard a door upstairs shut, footsteps coming down the hall. You freeze. You left your door open. You weren't facing it but you knew. You could feel a pair of eyes staring at you.

“Y/N?” He whispers.

“No.” You panic. “I have to go.” You say, rushing past him, and down the stairs.

“Y/N!” he yells. “Wait!” he chases you down the stairs. “Y/N! Please, wait!” he says, reaching out. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You dropped everything in your hands.

“DON'T!” You yell, breathing heavily. “don't touch me. I don't want to talk to you. I'm finally getting to be in a better place.” You gasp.

“I'm fucking miserable, Y/N. I miss you.” He cries.

“Do you miss me? Or do you just miss fucking me?” You snap. Minho looks shocked.

“What?” He asks.

“Is that a hard question to answer?” You scoff.

“I miss you.” He says. “I.. I want to be with you.”

“In public? With everyone knowing? With Jisung knowing?” You ask.

“That's.. it's just..” he pauses.

“Yeah that's what I thought.” You laugh. If you didn't, you'd fucking cry and you didn't want to waste anymore tears on him.

“What can I do? What can I do for you to stay with me?” He asks.

“You seriously don't get it, do you?” You ask.

“Is it because of Chan?” He asks.

“You really don't fucking get it. I fucking loved you!” You cry. Tears rolling down your cheeks, you couldn't hold it in anymore. “I loved you and you used me. And I went along with it because at least I got you in some way.” You breathe. You didn't hear the front door behind you open. Or the footsteps quietly walking in. “But you couldn't be bothered to make any kind of effort for me. Instead you got jealous when I was with other guys, you said vile things to me, you made me feel worthless but I still let you fuck me! I loved you and you broke me! Because you refused to be honest with yourself or with Jisung!”

“You did what to my sister?” You hear from behind you. You turn around, Jisung stands there, Jisoo by his side as he shakes with anger.

“What the fuck did you do to my sister!?”

“I can explain.” Minho says, backing away from the angry man.

“Why the fuck is my sister screaming at you about how you fucked her and threw her away?” He yells.

“I never threw her away, man! I didn't do that. I love her!” Minho yells back. He looks shocked at his words. You stare at him with wide eyes, Jisung still rages.

“If you love her why the fuck would you do that to her?”

“I was scared! I was.. so fucking scared. You said she was off limits, but it was like I became addicted and I didn't fucking want too. You're my best friend, you've done so much for me. I tried to fucking stay away, I said some awful shit to her in hopes she would leave me, I tried dating Maya to move on from her but I fucking can't.” Minho cries. “I'm a piece of shit man, I know this. I fucked it all up, I should have been fucking honest from the start..I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to you Y/N, for everything. Jisung.. fuck man, I'm sorry.” He whispers.

The house is silent. So quiet you could hear your heart beating at Minho's confession. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do or what to think. Your heart hurt, but it also was beating for him. You were still so fucking mad at him, but you still loved him. The second you saw him, every feeling you had ever felt for him came rushing back, and you didn't know how to handle this.

“Please forgive me, Y/N.” Minho cries. “Please. I'm so fucking sorry.” He still looked so beautiful even as miserable as he was right now. Even with tears falling down his face as he begged you to forgive him.

It was too much. This was all too much.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jisung asks. The room was spinning. You felt hot, like your throat was closing up. You looked at Jisung in a panic as your eyes closed, you fell, and the world went black.

#straykidsland #lee know #lee minho #heartbreak #stray kids minho #skz minho #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids writing #skz writing #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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Archaeology student Venture trying hard to charm the cute literature major girl that sits in their medieval studies classes. Endless rambling about ancient cultures and books to try and win you over. Can barely focus on the lecture when you're around. Yeah. College Venture <3

I love this concept gangalang! Im not in college (yet) so I don't have a first hand experience of what college is like, but I'll always try my best <3

I always headcanon that Sloan does enjoy reading the classics...

(wrote this in class)

You settle down in a seat in your medieval studies classroom, sitting in the middle section of the lecture hall. Not many people populated the classroom, just a few groups of people talking amongst themselves and getting settled down to take notes.

The professor started her lecture and you started people watching. Why did you have to choose this class...

You had a good view of most of the other students because everyone wanted to be close to the professor to hear her speak and record, but there was a person sitting 5 chairs down from you, sitting ramrod straight and trying to look nonchalant. Odd.

The professor mentioned something about a project and you snapped your attention back to her.

"... you will be studying the architecture of the Romanesque building style and you must work with another person for full credit..."

Oh now we have to work with another person. Great. You reach down into your bag to grab your laptop and supplies when—

"You know that even though we call them the Byzantines, they called themselves Romans?"

You jump a little bit and look up to see a person with wild curls, a chipped tooth and a eyebrow piercing. The same person sitting weirdly during the lecture. They're now sitting eerily close to you.

You feel awkward just staring at them without saying anything.

"If they called themselves Romans then why do we call them Byzantines?"

They seem shocked you asked a replied back and start stuttering.

"Well- because their capital city was called Byzantine before it was Constantinople and after that it was Istanbul after the Ottoman turks took it over..."

Now that you've gotten a good look at them, they're so handsome.. you catch a glimpse of a neck tattoo before they put their hand around their neck, rubbing it slightly.

"Sorry, I was talking too much— oh wait! Where's my manners, my name is Sloan– what's yours?"

You tell them your name and they seem to melt a little bit. You talk for a little bit more about the Byzantines and the topic of the project comes up again.

"You seem like you know a lot about history, Sloan. Do you want to work together?"

They freeze. They were about to pick up a piece of paper and they look like they were caught like a deer in headlights.

"Um."

Oh crap.

"We don't have to if you don't want to—"

"NO! No I want to work with you, like how the Delian league and the Peloponnesian league combined forces to defeat the Persians!!"

They're blushing and waving their hands around.

"Um- I'm free later this week, but I have to get to my Geology class now– this is my number, have a great day ill see you later bye!!"

They essentially sprint away after basically throwing a scrap of paper with scratchy numbers written on it. You see them run to a thin man with patchy blonde hair with ash and grime on his shirt, them both talking excitedly and you hear Sloan proclaim their "successful first blow against the walls of Constaninople."

Whatever. If there's something you love most, it's history nerds.

-+-

I didn't wanna make this too long but I actually love this idea so here's some headcanons that I wish I could have fit in here ;3

- sloan would give you crystals meant to increase focus

- sloan would ALSO give you crystals because they "thought you would like them" but they're just all those affection stones like rose quartz.

- omg

- sloan gives you necklace/bracelet with those kinds of stones

- Now that you're working together they still sit up very straight at the beginning of class, but they progressively get more relaxed as they talk to you

- before, they wouldn't dare to get within a normal line of sight with you

- hence sitting 5 chairs away

- junkrat cameo. Had to do it

- junkrat got so fed up with Sloan

- "Sloan, if you don't get your big pants on and talk to them I'm blowing up your fossil collection."

- "you wouldn't dare. And besides, they would hate me..."

- "I wouldn't touch your fossils... but Mako might."

- that was the final straw for them LMAO

#overwatch #venture overwatch #venture #venture ow2 #venture x reader #thanks for the ask!#sloan cameron

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lovecolibri · 6 hours

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The only thing I'm going to say about this (<- probably lying) is that it doesn't matter how Buck felt in that scene. Because Buck isn't real and doesn't actually have feelings. What DOES matter is how it comes across to the audience. And if the vast majority of the audience had an "what the fuck is this and why is it happening like this?" reaction and that was NOT the intention of the scene? Then it wasn't done well.

You should not have to come out after the episode and explain what the scene was supposed to do. If you have to, then you have failed in your job to get across to the writers, directors, and actors what the point and purpose is. And maybe you have failed to take into account what the characters are like, their trauma histories, and how the audience might react given their knowledge of the characters involved.

A lot of people never forgave tay kay for what she did to Bobby in s2, and then having Buck Begins give us this raw, vulnerable version of Buck and his childhood only to have her lash out a couple of eps later calling him "needy" and a bad friend because he asked something of her instead of just being there to give her whatever she wanted? It's no surprise fans and the general audience never got on board with that relationship. Because it wasn't good to BUCK and that's what the audience wants.

I am personally continually BAFFLED that this show gives these moments of gentle teasing and support and validation of Buck's feelings (even when he can overreact a little out of trauma response) to Eddie, and then continually put Buck in romantic relationships with people that don't even seem to LIKE him, much less adore all his quirks and the things that make him BUCK, and most importantly, the things the AUDIENCE loves about him.

It's.....it's almost like Tim isn't even trying. Because the audience isn't SUPPOSED to like these relationships for Buck. Because they aren't the right ones for him. Because we all know who is.

But also, at some point it starts getting questionable as to why the people that love him don't speak up to express concern about him staying in long term relationships with people that are not nice to him. We all know the bait-and-switch of tay kay in s4 being a FOX network call to shut down what Tim wanted to do, and then he left the show with someone who doesn't like, see, or care about Buddie (or really any of the main characters that aren't Angela to live out some revenge fantasy or Buck to live out...other fantasies). So they couldn't very well have all of the firefam desperately asking Buck if he was even happy as he wasted away in that loft all season, or even allow them to be kinda pissed he would choose to be with someone like that who nearly got Bobby killed by not telling someone immediately and interviewing him without consent, but it never sat right with me that it was all just never addressed and they had them breakup on good terms (sorry not sorry but if you think T*mmy isn't nice to Buck, tay kay was worse in every way and thats canon fact).

So I don't have super high hopes that they will address this clear and obvious disconnect with Buck and T*mmy, but considering they made a point to have nearly all their screentime revolve around Eddie, and them not meshing as a couple it would be weird NOT to. Then again, *gestures to all that rambling above*

ANYWAY

The point it, at SOME point the audience does have to be a consideration because without an audience you do not have a show. So Tim needs to shake off the last of the Lone Star cobwebs, get KR the fuck out of the writers room, and make sure his intentions for scenes are ACTUALLY what make it onto the screen, and that what is on screen is stuff that will resonate positively with the audience. Maybe he should rewatch the first 3 seasons of the show himself to get back into the groove.

#911 #evan buckley #anti bucktommy #anti taylor kelly #i have not had my coffee yet ignore me #i just had to get it out so my brain would shut up about it

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h3art--str1ngs · 2 days

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"Do you wanna hang out later?" Itadori asked, his head tilting like a like a dog. Megumi was staring at him. He was lost in Itadori's amber eyes.

He was thinking about kissing Itadori right there on the spot. He looked like a puppy, with the way he was animatedly talking about something. It was endearing.

It took itadori waving his hand in front of Megumi's face to get him to snap out of it.

"Helloo?" Itadori dragged out the O. "Earth to Megs?"

"H-huh? What did you say? I was lost in thought." Megumi blushed slightly, hopefully not enough for Itadori to catch.

Itadori was dense in a way, but not when it came to Megumi. It's like he was fine-tuned to notice every change with Megumi. Even if the change was tiny. He definitely noticed the blush and the way he was staring at him. He smiled brightly.

"I asked if you wanted to hang out tonight? You get to pick the place this time." Itadori said, chuckling slightly.

Megumi pouted a bit. He looked downwards towards the sidewalk, trying to hide his blush this time.

"Sure, Yuuji, how about my house?" Megumi looked back up at Itadori. He had a small smile on his face.

Megumi blushed more and turned his head to the side in embarrassment. Itadori snorted. He locked pinkies with Megumi, and they started to walk to Megumi's house.

"Well, this is my home. Do you want to go to my room? Or hang out here. We can play video games here because I don't have a console in my room." Itadori hummed in thought.

"Oh! How about we play some video games in here and then move to your room. Would that be good?" Itadori smiled.

"Sure, Yuuji." Megumi smiled softly at him.

"Hey! you got me with a shell! Unfair!" Itadori yelled. They were playing Mario Kart 8 deluxe, and Itadori was losing. "I don't have a Switch at home! Go easy on me!" Itadori complained.

"Nah, you just suck! Boom! I win again!" Megumi taunted. He stuck his tongue out like a child. He felt his inner child slip out aroundItadori. He may have had his reserves at first, but Itadori was easy to warm up to. Megumi was laughing hard. For the first time in forever, it felt like.

Itadori stopped yelling to admire Megumi. He looked so pretty like this. Laughing, having fun. It felt so nice seeing a sweet expression on his face. Itadori couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the sides of Megumi's face and pulled him in.

The kiss was short, but long enough for Megumi to be in shock. Megumi looked at Itadori, his eyes wide.

"Shit! I'm sorry. I didn't know if you wanted it or if I took your body language wrong. Shit. I'm so sorry-" Itadori rambled on. Megumi reeled himself in. He shook his head and did the same thing Itadori did. This kiss was longer, and sweeter than the first.

It took Itadori a second, but he kissed Megumi back. The kiss was like fireworks igniting. It took forever for one of them to finally take the step but it was worth it.

They pulled apart to take a breath. Their faces were red. Itadori attempted another kiss but was stopped.

"If we want to continue, we have to go to my room. I'm not willing to get caught by everyone because they would freak out." Itadori nodded in understanding before being lead to the room and the locking the door behind them.

"Megs~, we're home!" Gojo looked around to not see Megumi anywhere. He saw Itadori's shoes by the door and realized something. "Awww, Suguru~, they got together the same way we did!" He looked behind him to see Geto not far behind with the girls. Geto and Gojo took Mimiko, Nanako, and Tsumiki out for a girls' night. So they were just getting home.

"Wait, really? Aww, Megumi finally has a boyfriend."

"Wait, really!? Finally!" Tsumiki and Nanako shouted. They all decided to pester him in the morning.

Hi! This is my first fic on here and my first Itafushi fic! I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻

#itafushi #fanfic #jjk #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #mimiko and nanako #fushiguro tsumiki

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s0ckh3adstudios · 2 days

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HI @northstarscowboyhat I THOUGHT ABOUT THEM TOO HARD AGAIN. Wanted to draw them both in dresses and then it spiralled

Lucky Clover AU plus Flo lives in my brain rent free I have. So many thoughts. How is Flo not dead here????? I don't know don't ask /j

I love the like- extended family dynamics here. Lots of new people they get to stay with. I think when Flo and Clover reunited, Flo immediately would have been like "well me and my sibling are back together. I'm taking them we're going I'm taking care of them goodbye" and everyone was like. You're 14. And they immediately expect Clover to stay with them and possibly Alexander instead of their new family.

They're a very independent kid (because their parents, who I do have thoughts about, sucked) and they've been caring for Clover for a long time and they're not used to Not having that role. It would take them a long time to even accept and call Alexander their dad (or anyone else their family) because before, all they've had and needed was Clover. Their first dad was awful. Useless. They're independent, they don't need this, and they think they can't just pick a new one. But when they're older they'd definitely have grown past that. :]

I think the dynamic between Starlo, Ceroba, Alexander, and Marth would be interesting to explore as well but this post is long enough. SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE I'm not normal about this AU. BYE BYE

( Alexander was beaten in a fight (belongs to) by @capt-summer )

#sock art #undertale yellow #undertale blue #uty starlo #uty clover #uty north star #uty ceroba #utb flo #utb alexander #utb marth #ut frisk #lucky clover au

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Through the Walls

A/N: So sorry about the radio silence!! But I'm going to double post to try and make up for the long break so those that are interested in where this little blurb goes can still enjoy my ramblings! Thank you dearies!

**Just a reminder that I'm moving from my other account (bunni3thebard) to this one, so that I can have more independence from my random trash account that's just an amalgamation of memes I enjoy lol–also, I can't remember who made the page break bats, so if you may know send me their name and I can at them accordingly. I just saved it on my phone one day cause I thought it was neat!**

Title: Through the Walls

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: You’ve been in Hawkins for almost a year now. It was nice, an escape from painful memories and a way to start fresh. After so long isolating yourself, you decide that it’s time to make friends, get to know someone so you’re not so alone. One of those friends happened to be your Cryptid Neighbor.

Chapter 1: Silent Scream

[Masterlist] [Chapter 2]

Your neighbor was a cryptid.

At least, you were convinced they were.

You knew someone lived there because of the lights that would come on and off, and the shadow figures moving behind the curtains. Not to mention that the walls were thin as fuck, so you heard them watch TV and play guitar and listen to metal music obscenely loud during the midnight hours.

But even though they kept the same crazy hours you did, you've never seen hide nor hair of them.

You started to make theories about what kind of person they were. Like that they were a burn out whose parents paid for everything for them so they didn't work, just farted around all day–hence the 4am jam sessions.

Another theory that had struck you one night while working a double at the Hawkins ER was that they were a drug lord and had to keep odd hours to evade the police.

But you wrote off that theory since you'd thought it up while sleep deprived after an 18 hour shift.

You entertained the idea of a squatter, but then why would they have electricity?

You had finally come to the conclusion that you were lonely as fuck and you obsessed over the identity of your mysterious neighbor because you were long deprived of human companionship and thus you hyperfixated on a superficial meaningless thing to distract yourself from being alone.

Or maybe they were Mothman…

Thankfully the grocery store kept late hours on the weekend, and that's where you found yourself on your free Saturday night. You'd woken up naturally around seven pm, even though your alarm was set for nine, and decided to putter around your house until your alarm went off so you could feel like you were properly lazy.

You sat contemplating cereals for a few meandering seconds, sure your eyes were blinking at an astronomically slow pace. You'd smoked a bowl to help you sleep and felt like it hadn't completely left you. You just hoped your eyes weren't red.

Grunting, you shoved both boxes into your cart and turned to move on to the next aisle when you crashed into someone else's cart. "Shit." You hissed below your breath, rubbing your stomach where the handle of the cart had roughly jabbed into you.

"Damn, sorry about that!"

Looking up you met the soft face of a brunette woman who looked about your age with her hair pulled back into a messy bun and long-sleeve black shirt falling off one of her thin shoulders exposing her bra strap. She gave you a sheepish smile and you shrugged.

"No harm no foul, although if you do it again I'll take it personally and make no bones about it: I will cry." She snorted, making you grin in triumph.

"Don't worry. I don't make it a habit of accosting people in the grocery store." She pulled her cart back from yours.

You hummed, "Good to know I'll be a one-and-done hit-and-run."

Her smile was cute. She had a strong jaw with a petite nose that scrunched up adorably as she grinned.

"I'm Nancy." She'd offered her hand.

You hesitated.

It had been a while since you'd earnestly interacted with someone outside of transactional exchanges, like for work or buying things or paying bills. People were messy. Maybe it was the paranoia from your past–trauma you couldn't shake that clung to you like a second skin–but you'd been wary of making friends on the off chance your name gets around and spreads to corners of places you didn't want it to go.

It was ridiculous. Narcissistic in a way.

So you ground your teeth and mustered a smile hoping it looked genuine and shook her hand.

You stood outside staring at the moon for a while dressed in nothing but a size 8XL shirt you snagged from Wal-Mart cause it was soft. You knew you should smoke inside, no telling when someone might rat you out to the cops, but the moon was full and the stars were bright. You weren't used to how clear the sky was in comparison to the city, even after a year.

Your eyelids fluttered, vision hazy as the weed worked its magic.

Nancy had invited you to some neighborhood get-together next week that was popular in Hawkins. Said she hadn't seen you around before and was surprised you'd survived a year without becoming the talk of the town. You blew out a heavy stream of smoke, humming to yourself thoughtfully.

But that had been the point, right?

Keep a low profile, stay hidden.

Sighing, you took another deep drag of your joint, holding the burning breath as tight as you could. You watched the stars dance in your vision before you finally exhaled.

God you were fucking lonely, though.

You scrubbed at your head, mussing up your hair. Curiosity was easy to take hold in your high state, so you peered towards your neighbors apartment and saw a shadow in front of the curtains. You squinted, eyeing the light blue fabric for a while since your vision was blurry. You could've sworn you saw a sliver of it be pulled aside with tentative fingers. You blinked slowly, sighing heavy through your nose and mumbled to yourself, "Fucking bigfoot in there for sure."

Turning back around to your apartment door you sucked in the last bit of the joint and dropped the roach to the ground, bending over to squish it with a rock to make sure it was out. Standing with a groan, you walked barefoot back to your front door. You were like, 90% sure the complex was just repurposed from an old Motel 6, but it was cheap and they sprayed for bugs every Tuesday, so you didn't complain.

It was small, enough space for your bed with a loveseat to watch your shitty TV that sat on top of your dresser and a micro kitchen they built in the corner next to the door for the bathroom. There was no kitchen sink and the fridge was half-size, but you were one person so you didn't quite care enough to complain. You did wish the fridge drawers were a bit bigger so they didn't catch on all the food packages you shoved in there.

Maybe it was because you were high, or lonely–or maybe a combination of the two–but you slid your hand across the wall that connected your apartment to your cryptid neighbor's. Then you tapped the starting notes for "Shave and a Haircut". You waited a breath, not sure if they had even heard it.

But then there it was: "Two Bits".

You grinned, giggling like Scooby Doo as you danced over to your bed, throwing yourself down with a bounce on the cheap twin.

Since you had smoked, sleep came easy. You were lulled into dream after weird dream courtesy of Miss Mary Jane. There was one where you went grocery shopping with Bigfoot and another where you went on Jerry Springer because you were pregnant with Mothman's baby.

You were curious what kind of cryptid your neighbor was.

The neighborhood block party was, for all intents and purposes, a Hawkins bash.

Apparently it was a pretty regular affair every few months: a potluck with a few dad's who wheeled their grills to the end of a large cul-de-sac to cook up some burgers and dogs, some artsy fartsy mom's who made crafts for the younger kids to do, and sparklers and poppers for the older kids to get into mischief with.

There were maybe fifteen to twenty adults and a smattering of an equal number of kids.

You had brought a shitty box of cookies from a bakery a few blocks away from the hospital since you couldn't cook anything on your extra small stove. You also had switched shifts with Beverly–fucking ray of sunshine she was, grunting and groaning about working on a Saturday night, but you had taken her Sunday so she could get bent–so that you could be here, at this lovely affair.

You were starting to have regrets.

You watched a few pre-teens wave sparklers around in glee, making to poke and prod one another with the burning end. You wondered if you should step in, knowing that there were some second degree burns waiting to happen, but a random mom came over and grabbed each kid's wrists in warning. You slunk away to the food table.

You set your meager contribution down and turned to eye all the adult women, trying to find your potential petite new friend.

They all had their hair done up in that style where their bangs spiraled out in delicate feathering with the ends curled towards their shoulders. Some had simple ponytails decorated with hair bands and colorful scrunchies. You ran your fingers through your hair self-consciously; you hadn't done anything, merely brushed it and hoped for the best as you donned your nicest pair of jeans and a thrifted Van Halen '79 tour shirt. You figured since it would be outside the party would be a casual thing, but the dresses and blouses these housewives wore made you think you were a little unprepared for the mandatory 'Sunday Best' dress code.

You fiddled with the ends of your shirt.

You contributed to the sacrificial neighborhood potluck, maybe the Gods will be pleased enough to let you leave without seeing Nancy.

You turned to make a break for it and nearly bowled over the brunette in question.

Cookies were not a good enough sacrifice.

Her smile was bright and her blue eyes lit up at seeing you. "Hey, you made it!" She went in to hug you and you tensed, locking your arms to your side in the world's most awkward exchange of physical affection.

She gave a nervous smile and pulled away, "Sorry, too soon for hugs?" Her chuckle was used to try and break the tension and you were grateful as you laughed along.

"No, it's just–I uh… haven't really hung out with anyone for a while, so I guess I'm just getting back into the swing of how friendship works." You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck.

Her eyes sparkled at your admission of seeing her as a potential friend. She grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a small group that hung around the edges of the block party.

The first one you noticed was a taller Hispanic man with the most beautiful hair you had ever seen in your life. It was lustrous and hung past his hips, swaying gently with his movements. He smiled, eyes half-lidded but sweet, giving you a gentle nod as Nancy motioned to the group, giving your name.

"This is Argyle," she pointed at the man with the incredible hair.

"Robin," next was a thin, lanky woman with messy dirty blonde hair that hung a little past her chin. She had a dusting of freckles across her nose and a charming crooked smile. She wiggled her fingers in a sweet hello.

"Steve," the man next to Robin was broad-shouldered with a just as square jaw line. His eyes were slightly turned down at the ends, giving him this sweet puppy-dog stare matched with a megawatt smile. He had some random freckles and moles that decorated across his face and the visible areas of his arms that made him look a lot younger. He nodded to you, giving a weird wink that you were sure was supposed to come off as charming, but was mildly unsettling.

"And my husband, Jonathan!" The last guy had a small upturned nose with a low brow that was covered by messy strands of mousy brown hair. He gave a shy smile, nodding to you while bouncing lightly. Over his shoulders he had a baby vest strapped to him and a very crabby looking baby facing outwards. Their face was scrunched up, looking more like a potato than a child, and they had wispy brown hair that was stuck up wildly like their head had been rubbed with a balloon.

Nancy smiled proudly, tickling the cheek of the child that gave a low, annoyed hum for an impressively long amount of time. "And this is Eliza, my daughter."

You gave a pinched smile, waving awkwardly. "Hey."

"'Sup Brosephina," Argyle smiled, offering you his fist. You chuckled, tapping yours against it lightly. "A pleasure to aquaint with you." He stuck his hand back in his pocket, the other holding the neck of a Pabst.

"An enjoyable aquaint with you as well." You rocked awkwardly onto your heels.

Argyle's smile grew and he nodded, "Right on." He laughed.

"Hi," you looked over to Steve who held out his large hand in greeting. You shook it, noting that he was gentle when shaking yours, but gave a squeeze before he released you. His smile was adorable, but he was definitely trying to flirt. You were curious if it was just an unconscious thing, or if he was actually putting in effort. "Nice to meet you."

You gave a soft nod in reply, but before you could fully pull your hand away, Robin shot forward and grabbed it giving you a few firm shakes, "It's really good to meet you, I think I actually saw you a while ago–my girlfriend's daughter broke her arm and I remember you gave us all strawberry Jell-O before we left."

Your eyes widened and you pointed at her with your other hand, "Oh yeah! Dotty! She was freaking adorable. How's her arm?"

Robin's smile was glowing and she squeezed your hand tightly, "She's good, her whole class signed her cast and when she got it off she begged to keep it even though it smelled like old shoes."

You barked out a laugh, unknowingly squeezing Robin's hand back, "Hell yes, that's awesome. A trophy of her triumphs! I recommend a pantyhose sock full of cat litter, it helps a ton with the shoe stink."

Robin's eyes widened and she gave a dramatic gasp, "That's freaking brilliant, oh my god, thank you!"

Jonathan snickered, "You got chronic stinky feet?" He teased, eyes glimmering as he bounced his daughter.

You smirked, dropping Robin's hand and leaning into your hip, "Maybe, or maybe I've learned a thing or two from working with older nurses. But I could also have insanely stinky feet, and now you know my shame."

Everyone laughed and you felt your smile grow, your shoulders relax, and you let yourself feel like you belonged.

You didn't feel so alone anymore.

The block party ended up not being bad. Although, a guy named Andy Barker had tried to hit on you when you went to grab a hot dog ("You like 'em long and juicy, huh"–barf) even though his wife was within eyesight. Nancy had warned you that they often did that: flirt with other people in front of each other to get their partner jealous.

It was absolutely insane, small towners were bonkers.

You had snagged a bag full of cookies for the road, not including those from the bakery you had gone to as they were a little rubbery and sad. Argyle gave you a high five.

"Choice snack Brochacha, need a muchie master to inspire your partaking in said chocolate chunks?" You blinked a few times, unsure of what in the hell he was trying to say.

Jonathan snickered, leaning over to translate, "Do you want some weed with that?"

Needless to say: Argyle was your favorite.

Pocket a little heavier with two freshly rolled "Blunts of Friendship", as Argyle called them, and a couple of sandwich bags full of pilfered cookies, you walked up to your door with a smile.

You had made friends.

It was nice, this feeling. You hadn't been able to know companionship, even platonic ones, in such a long time it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Maybe not all the weight, but it was lighter and it felt good to breathe with a little less paranoia pushing you down.

You jiggled the keys into your lock but stopped, turning ever so slightly to look at your neighbor's door. It was a gawdy yellow with a plaquard of gold painted numbers reading "2D" decorating it. The paint on the numbers and the door was chipped in places and faded from natural weathering. You didn't see any shadows in the window and the light wasn't on. It wasn't surprising since the sun was still, technically, out.

It was sunset, the sky lit up by a golden-amber glow that slowly sunk into the royal purple of the evening as it met the horizon. Night would fall soon.

You weren't sure what compelled you, maybe the giddy feeling that came from making new friends, or from having a really good day, but you strolled over to the door and stared at it, feet placed only a few inches away. Looking down at the bags in your hand, you placed one of them against the wall next to the door and sighed.

Nerves were starting to eat at you and you looked at your apartment door that was about ten feet away, then back to 2D's. Sucking in a deep breath for strength, you gathered your bravery and knocked on the door three times before booking it to your door: 2C.

Slamming your door behind you, you kept the lights off and took deep gulping breaths. That was the fastest you'd ever run in your life, you're sure of it.

You slunk to the floor, splaying your legs out in front of you as you caught your breath, thumping your head back against the wood of your own gawdy yellow door. You shut your eyes.

You don't know why in the fuck you decided to dong-dong-ditch some cookies for your cryptid neighbor.

Maybe it was because you had developed a weird relationship with them in your head: mysterious being that occupies the shitty motel-esque apartment next to you that may know your struggles because they keep the same weird hours you do. You had put too much thought into them and they became a being you considered a friend in the fantasy of your mind.

You wanted to include them in the block party.

You had sat there for a good ten minutes, breath caught, and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself now. You didn't want to go to sleep–no matter how fucking tired you were from staying awake during the day–but you were at an impasse of not knowing where to go or what to do.

And that's when you heard it.

"Shave And A Hair Cut".

The smile that spread across your face pushed the apples of your cheeks up so high you could see the tops of them in your vision. You laughed softly, bringing your hand up to the wall and replying.

"Two Bits".

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-20 : The new season of Hazbin Hotel

Summery:You and the crew react to the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel.

Masterlist

Angel gently nudged Charlie to wake her up and you called out to Vaggie. After a few tries Vaggie groaned as she opened her eyes a little. She blinked trying to process what's going on.

"Huh...what's..OH (Y/n)!"

She quickly went to heal you but you stopped her. "Hey, it's okay, I'm fine now. Don't waste more of your energy on me alright?" You picked up her glasses that was took off beforehand and handed it to her. " We have four new Hazbin hotel episodes to watch. And Char-" before you could finish, you were tackled in a hug from her.

"(Y/n)! I was so so afraid you weren't going to wake up again!"

You let out a pained groan as you felt the muscles in your body twitch in pain. "Hey, hey honey, you shouldn't hold her so tight. She's hurting." Vaggie whispered in Charlie's ear. Charlie's eyes widened as she immediately let go off you.

"I'm so sorry-" you cut her off before she begins to ramble again. "Hey, it's fine. Vaggie's healing worked a wonder on me" You smiled softly at Vaggie and held her hand. "Thank you, truly. I wouldn't be here without you."

Vaggie felt her heart throb at the action as blush began to paint her face. "Y-yes, of course!" She became bashful very quickly and thanked the upper gods for this power.

Soon, you all bundled together on the floor and placed the laptop on top of your bed. You sat in front of the laptop with Charlie on one side and Vaggie on other. You told them to lean on you if they felt tired. Niffty sat between your legs and you could easily rest your head on top of hers. The spider boy was sitting behind you resting his chin on top of your head and hands on your shoulder. Husk sat beside Vaggie. Pentious and Alastor sat beside Angel.

Before you started the episode, you laid down two rules first. One is that none of them were allowed to walk away in the middle of the show unless it was important. They all had to watch it from start to finish. If someone left in middle, there's no telling what they would miss. A lot of things could be changed by then. And it might cause misunderstandings.

Another one is that, if they show something that they can't handle, for example like Angel's backstory or something traumatic. They can look away. They can watch the rest of those moments alone properly later.

After setting down the rules you finally started the episode. Everyone'd breath hitched as the video began to play.

' Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as heaven. '

"Ohh, that's Charlie!" Niffty pointed out. "Yes, that is my voice...again" Charlie replied awkwardly.

' Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dremers fell deeply in love '

'Aww, so that's how Charlie's parents met! How romantic...' you thought to yourself.

' Never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity. Only the cruel and the wicked... '

"Poor Lucifer...I kinda feel bad for him." You mumbled. Charlie looked at you sadly, she felt the same. Turned out Charlie was reading it all from a story book. And there was also a new cat in the show now that can also turn into a key. It wasn't there in the pilot.

' Not that long, only....seven....years... '

'Huh? Charlie's mom is gone? For seven years??' you thought with a confused expression.

' But this kingdom was something she really cared about, something I care about.'

"If she cared for the kingdom that much she wouldn't have left it in the first place." Husk commented. You glared at Husk to shut up in which he just rolled his eyes.

' Well, Hello there you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do. That's why you're in hell! '

'Ah, classic Alastor...' you thought with a smile. Alastor's grin widened seeing his handiwork.

' As she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! '

You gave Alastor a side eye at that. That guy looked very much amused.

' So, what'd ya think? '

' I'm sorry, what the fuck was that? '

You and Vaggie had the same answer in your mind. Just what was he thinking while making that? Well, apparently he wanted this to be shitty since he was mad they didn't use radio instead.

' We're not filming a porn as a commercial. '

'Why not? sex sells, don't it? I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy-talk creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel. '

' Haha! never going to happen! '

You had to stiffle a laughter at that alongside Husk and Cherri. Alastor had the same expression on his face like the episode, annoyed and disgusted.

"That certainly would be something to see~"

"(Y/n), no. Don't even think about it." Alastor's eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you trying to muffle your laughter.

' The gag reflex, the holes,the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits. '

"Wait wait, those were actually chest fluffs then?" You looked at Angel and the fluff that was poking out from his shirt even in his human form. There were some controversial opinions on if they were fluffs or his chest but you guess it's now confirmed.

"That's right baby" He smirked seeing your expression as he looked down at you. "Ya could touch it if ya want, it's really soft~"

That offer....was really tempting. You were dying to know how it feels to touch. But you slapped your face softly. 'Focus, focus (Y/n). You're trying to watch something here with others!'

' Oh trust me, I can... '

The way Alastor turned into his demon for a bit made you feel butterflies inside. You aren't gonna lie that form is hot.

' Why do you think I'm here? You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me? '

' I like being forced '

' Keep that to yourself, Niff '

"Yeah, I do! It's so much fun" human Niffty answered from your lap. "Niffty....honey..." You spoke in a concerned tone at the girl. She certainly had some interesting kinks. To each their own you guessed.

Charlie looked at Husk sadly at the line as Husk looked indifferent at the scene, watching it with bored eyes. She took a deep breath and returned her eyes to the screen.

' Kinky ~ c'mon keep talkin' dirty. '

Human husk rolled his eyes at that. " So Angel calls you Whiskers-" you cut off in the middle of what you wanted to say after seeing Husk glaring at you. You shut yourself off. "Nevermind...."

Later Lucifer called to tell that the leader of the Angel army wanted to meet with him but he wanted Charlie to go in his place. Charlie's face was almost, if not more excited as the video. She was hopeful of how things would go.

' I can do this. Somehow, I know it! '

'ooh, the first song!' you thought in your mind as you focused on the screen.

' This could be bad.. '

Yeah something tells you it's gonna be bad as well. Welp, nothing you can do but just keep watching.

' That bitch is halfway down the street '

' Is she- '

' Oh she's dancin' '

' Ugh ,no.... '

You had a small smile on your face as you watched Charlie sing and dance through hell's street. You missed this, you missed watching the show.

' From the porn studio, where the cinephiles go

To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows '

The truck Charlie climbed up on while singing, it said Helluva post. You wondered it was a reference to helluva boss.

' Holy shit ew my gosh, why! '

'poor Charlie' you thought. But her enthusiasm and cheerfulness throughout the whole song was making you smile.

' To change their minds! '

' And touch my parts! '

Vaggie glared at the snake guy that came up on the screen. It almost looked like she would jump on him if she could.

' Today is gonna be a fuckin happy day in hell! '

With that the first song of the new season was over.

' 'Sup! '

And there's two new characters. Adam and lute. You got both of their cards before. Now time to see what the first human of mankind like.

' Ha! I fucking got you! Did you fuckin' see that? Good shit.'

Yeah, this guy's going to be an asshole. And this confirms your previous thought, this wasn't going to end well.

' I got you again, bitch. Haha fucking' halirious! '

Vaggie sighed, she knew how much of an asshole Adam was. But watching Charlie go through it felt more painful.

' So we need a camera, Alastor? '

Alastor snapped his fingers in the show and a old timey looking camera appeared in Vaggie's hand

' A video.. camera. '

' Hmm? '

Thing time a old broken looking video camera appeared on her hand.

' Alright, let's do this! '

"I don't get why you guys are so insistent upon doing a video commercial. Doing a radio broadcast would be more effective" Alastor commented. "Get on with the times Smiles, no one listens to radio's anymore. Videos and internet are all the shit right now."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Alastor turned his head towards Angel at a scarily angle making him gulp and hide his face beside yours. You're sure if he was still a demon, his eyes would be radio dials by now and voodoo symbols would be flying around. You laughed nervously.

"Heyyy, let's both calm down and keep watching alright? Let me pause the video."

' Well, you come- '

' Ohhh~ yes! '

' ...To the right place. '

Pentious was blushing. This was indecency. They were supposed to just film a commercial right? What was this spider guy doing?

' Do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick! All dicks desend from me. '

Yeah, can someone slap this guy in the face. You think you already dislike Adam.

' Call me Dickmaster. '

You're sure everyone including you, rolled your eyes at that. You swear to god this guy...

' No our other biggest problem! '

' Oh, uh... ugly people?.. '

As soon as Adam said that, he broke the fourth wall and looked at the screen at you and others faces. "He's one to talk about..." Vaggie grumbled beside you.

Then when Vaggie went to record Niffty, she somehow froze before she could get any word out.

' You're doing great, vagina '

Vaggie blinked annoyingly at that name beside you.

' I wouldn't try that my dear. This face was made for radio! '

"Alastor, what do you mean by that?" You turned to look at him. "Hm, whatever do you mean my dear?" "Your face was made for radio? But you can't see a person's face in radio. So did you just call yourself ugly-" " Not in the slightest, I just don't want my face to recorded in those tacky videos! " "You really should have worded it better then.." you weren't surprised at his answer however.

' Because It won't be so "entertaining" to watch over an empty hotel will it shitass? '

' Fair enough, I'll tell you what! let's make a deal. '

Husk's eyes widened at the sentence as he looked over at Alastor. "Me? Making a deal with this radio freak? Impossible. There's no fucking way" Vaggie declared .

But in the end, Vaggie did make a deal with him, just didn't hand over her soul. Alastor just couldn't bother to tinkle with 'television technology ' again and Vaggie just wanted to make Charlie happy.

"Aww, Vaggie you wanted me to come back to something good" Charlie almost had stars in her eyes as she looked at Vaggie. Vaggie looked down with a blush. "Y-yeah, I suppose I was...in the show.." Charlie then went to hug her tightly which in result you became sandwiched between their hug.

Alastor snapped his fingers making everyone in the hotel appear and changed their clothes.

' Alright everyone! Let's make a fucking commercial. '

Vaggie's outfit was hot. Alastor had good taste."Can't wait to see how that turns out huh toots?" Angel said from above your head. "Seems like it's gonna be sick!" "Well, we're going to find out" you said while pausing the video again.

' Uh no,not awesome. Those are my people, You know that, right? '

' Ohh, yeah. That must suck for you, pfft, hahaha '

"Yeah I think I want to slap this bitch" you mumbled with a deadpan face. "Yeah" "uh-huh" "same" came from around you. Looks like your companions felt the same way about him.

' Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life '

'I feel like every move this guy makes is a mistake.' you thought in your head. Then another song started.

' 'Cause Hell is forever, wether you like it or not

Had their chance to behave better

Now they boil in the pot '

You didn't like what Adam was saying but damn, if this song also didn't slap hard.

' And for those of us with divine ordainment

Extermination is entertainment '

'So that's the main reason behind these deaths' you thought. 'Just because Adam wanted his entertainment. What a damn jerk.'

' Long as I've got your attention

I guess I should probably mention

That we've made the determination

To move up the next extermination '

"What?" Both the Charlie beside you and the cartoon Charlie said in unison. As the song ended, you patted Charlie's head who was looking down. Now they were about to show the new commercial that both the cartoon ones and the real ones were looking forward to seeing....untill it got cut off leaving you disappointed. Also, did Angel on the show just did a Italian hand sign?

Then they showed a headless angel. Charlie gasped beside you and Alastor raised an eye brow, now finally this was getting interesting. And with that the first episode was over. As for the new characters, you decided Adam was a piece of shit. Lute seemed to be one too. She was pretty powerful as well from what she said.

"Angel's....can be killed?" Angel said on top of you in an angry tone. "What the fuck, how are people only finding this out now?"

"It's probably not as easy as you think to kill an angel,...Angel." you said nervously. "They're gonna show us how to kill angel's right?" Cherri beamed up as she looked over at you. "And then when I get back to hell, I'm going blow those little shits to pieces!"

"Miss Cherri, I would also like to assist you in this quest. With my power we would be unstoppable!"

"Ew, why would I need your help? I can handle it myself."

"Cause I..uh..I.. thought the more people the better, yes?"

"Nah, don't want it" Cherri looked at her nails with a bored look. And Pentious's face went from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. He sat there looking like dejected puppy. You almost felt bad for the guy.

"Hey, no one's killing no one! We're going to make peace with the heaven." She looked back at the laptop. "I hope..."

"Sure, as hell doesn't seem like it. Those guys seemed fixed on killing our asses" Husk pointed at the screen. "Welp, we're not gonna know till we watch more. And these things haven't happened yet. Maybe after you know about the new things, you guys can change your future! So everyone buckle up again." You said while clicking on the next episode.

The second episode started with Charlie freaking out about the extermination time. Angel was saying how it was pointless as he was getting multiple messages from Valentino. You paused at the frame to see what the messages were. And...they were less than the things you'd like to see. That freaking moth.....

"Hey, what the hell? Why are you pausing on that? What's there to see 'ere?" Angel called out, but you could hear the shakiness in his voice. "It's... nothing... I was just curious." you replied before starting the vid again.

' Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination? '

' This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel! '

"I agree" Alastor spoke. "You should use people's fears and concerns to your own advantages. Good thinking Charlie."

"Um, I don't think I was thinking like that..."

Then with a bang, finally there was Pentious. "Look, I'm finally here!" Pentious clapped his hands. "Whohoho, the bad boy is here!" Niffty cheered.Then it showed Alastor having coffee outside on the hotels balcony. Wait what does that mug say? You paused to take a closer look. Oh deer?

"You got a nice cup Al. Did you design it yourself?" You asked while smiling at the man. "Yes, indeed I did. I take it that you're impressed?" He said with a smug grin making you playfully roll your eyes. This smiling bastard.

' Woo, you tell 'em boss '

"I miss my egg boys..." Pentious whispered before putting his knees to his chest and looking at the screen sadly. You decided maybe you'll try to find some egg boy plushies for him, maybe that'll cheer him a little bit.

Pentious looked at the screen hopefully. Maybe now they'll show him defeating Alastor at last. But instead of showing the battle, they cut off to showing the V's, naming Vox.

You were excited, finally you get know more about these three villains. Alastor on the other hand could not care less. They seemed like really interesting characters from all the fan theories and songs and what not. And now you get to see how they actually are. Plus you had to know if the TV demon actually has an animosity with the radio demon. Cause of the popular phrase 'Video killed the radio' or what not. It would be really cool if that actually happened.

Then a call literally showed up on his face that he transferred to one of the monitors. 'That's an interesting power..' you thought to yourself.

' Hello there, Velvette. How are you this hellish morning? '

' Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now! '

Ohh, Velevette's voice sounds nice. You liked the accent. Apparently Valentino was causing a racket so Vox was being called for help. His happy smile immediately turned into a frown as soon as the video call was done.

' Oh god, here I go. Valentino. Just another fukin day with Val. Hey, hey, hey. Fuck my life. '

Okay, after this line, you definitely like this character. His personality is amusing. You can already tell how two faced he is too. Angel laughed a little at the scene. "Yeah, I get where his feelings are coming from. Valentino's a bitch."

' What is this? Wrist ruffles! Is it 1750? Burn it like a witches who wore it. '

' No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww. Oh, yes. That's the one. '

You can definitely see why she's the fashion designer now. She's certainly got the attitude. And then Vox went inside Valentino's room which was filled with pink smokes. You didn't know exactly what to expect. From all the songs and theories, he is supposed to be a ruthless mastermind who's even got Vox on a leash.

' Kitty, another drink. '

Huh? Was that a fizzaroli robot? You paused for a moment. Yeah it was, some kinda cheap version of it at least. Valentino threw a glass at Vox, only for him to step out of the way quickly, looking bored. He was definitely used to this.

' Fucking Angel Dust. Who the hell else would I be talking about? That fucking slut walked out on me. Me. I fucking made him. Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes. '

Angel's grip on you tightened just a little bit at that. Suddenly he remembered something. After he came here, he missed many of their appointments. Is it possible Valentino's currently searching for him now. What's worse, maybe he's already in this world and looking for him like this.

You held Angel's hand tightly on your shoulder and gave him a soft smile. Charlie looked distraught at this and leaned her head on his arm. "Don't worry Angel, you're much much more than that. You're a great person. " She said softly looking at him. You nodded in agreement. "We're all here for you okay?"

' Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter now? '

' Yeah, that bitch. Chalkie or Chandler or..I don't know. Something mannish like that. '

"Are they... talking about me?" Charlie mumbled. "Yep..." Angel replied. He prayed this didn't get the hotel in trouble, because of him.

' Val! Think about it. '

The little stunt he did there made you rethink about the theories. Maybe Valentino actually doesn't have much power over vox? Vox seemed to just sway Val however he wants. He was one hell of a smooth talker.

' Someone who owes us much more then money ~ The radio demon is there '

' What did you just say? '

Wooo boy, from the looks of it. You were correct. The TV demon does have a history with the radio demon or Alastor. Oh this was going to be fun. And he owes them something? What could it be?

' Hey killing Alastor is your kink '

"That's one hell of a kink to have. " Angel commented. " A pretty interesting one too..." You mumbled while side eyeing Alastor. You could already smell the fanrt between these two. Classic enemies to lovers trope. Then it cut to Pentious ripping off a piece from Alastor's coat and getting blown away.

' Well it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. '

"How? Literally how?" You commented. "The entire lower part of your coat is already ripped." You looked at Alastor accusingly. "Well, my dear, ripped or not, that slimy, forgettable fellow touched my clothes. And I simply couldn't have that." He said looking at Pentious threateningly as he cowered away in fear.

' See? Look at how he flirts with that guy,and he's not even paying '

Angel rolled his eyes. "Well maybe it's cause someone isn't forcing me to?"

' You still pissed he almost beat you that time? '

' Uh, fuck you '

' Just saying ~ '

And another song was on it's way.

' Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence '

You paused in middle of his line to see the oh so beautiful drawing made by Vox up close. "Furry....triangle ass..dumb hair...yeah Alastor really does have dumb hair." You snickered quietly before shutting up as you felt eyes staring straight at your soul which was no doubt Alastor's. At least Cherri, Angel and Husk laughed at it. "Also it says dildo on your microphone thingy...is it actually a-"

Before you could finish your sentence you were roughly bonked in the head.

' Stop giving him the time of day

Don't listen to word he'd say

Hope he had a nice vacay

But he should have stayed away '

Man, this guy seems to hate Alastor with a passion. You wondered how Alastor felt. But he seemed indifferent and bored, like he was used to these.

' Salutations, good to be back on the air '

A Radio Vs TV song battle, what more could you hope for. Alastor continued to just play with Vox throughout the whole song. It was clear who was more powerful between the two even though Vox tried so hard to make himself look better.

' And here's the sugar on the cream

He asked me to join his team '

' Hold on '

' I said no and now he's pissy

That's the tea~ '

"Wait, wait hold on. You were asked to join the V's? And you declined?" "Yes, I did" Alastor answered your question. "But why would you do that. " Pentious whined. He wanted so badly to join their team and Alastor had that opportunity and just..passed it? " I had no interest in joining his frivolous team. So I declined, simple as that."

After alastor completely destroyed vox, he buffered and shut off all of the pentagram city's electricity.

' Let's begin

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone '

Oh, oh. The way he said the first part and then slowly turned into a monstrous form...that was hot as fuck. You had a hand across your mouth as you watched him sing. This didn't go unnoticed by your companions. The way his eyes changed into radio dials and kept ticking was horrifying yet it drew you in more as you kept watching with sparkles in your eye.

' Ffffuck! '

Alastor laughed loudly at Vox's outburst as Angel let out a whistle. "Nice going creepy guy. Ya really showed him his place" He finger gunned at Alastor. "Of course, he never stood a chance in the first place. " He said proudly as he went to fix his bow tie.

So Vox was a whiny, insecured , jealous man, gotcha. You like him, he's fun. Though he seemed strong enough too. He shut off the whole city's power after all.

' Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave. '

He does what? You and Angel both cringed inside at that line. 'ugh..'

' Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us '

Oh no, you already knew who this was going to be.

' Why, hello, my dear...'

And Pentious got punched just as quickly as he spoke after arriving at the hotel.

' Wait, wait, wait. I come in peace. '

" They sent Pentious?" " They sent me?" Pentious and several others said in the same time. You already knew this was going to happen. This was going to fail miserably, wasn't it? Vaggie glared at Pentious even though he didn't do any of that in real life. "The V's believed in me.." Pentious looked at his hands. "They believed I could do it!"

"Uh, I think you forgot WHY they choose you. " Cherri said shaking her head. However Pentious was too happy to register it.

' What she means is, it's just nice to have someone interested for once... '

Ouch, that hurt Angel a bit, both in and outside of the show. But, that was true right? Angel thought to himself. He didn't have any interest in redeeming himself. He just needed a place to crash in. He shook his head, 'Whatever'

' The bad boy is back. Never leave me again. '

Woah, Niffty, she's.... something else. Beneath you, Niffty giggled manically and you loosened your hold on her just a little bit.

' I definitely remember you now. '

That line sent shivers down your spine, in a good way.

' My name's Sir Pentious

I like to build

And despite my stupid egg Bois

I think I'm very skilled '

' Yes, yes you are very skilled my boy' You wiped a imaginary tear at that. What a precious bean. You just want to squish his cheeks. Then it cut to a play Charlie was doing with Angel and Pentious. You already saw this small bit in the teaser. But seeing Pentious licking that lollipop in that outfit was still adorable.

Things took a bad turn soon as Angel felt guilty for not properly participating in Charlie's play. He went back to his room with fat nuggets. Angel buried his face in your hair, not liking where this was going.

' You fuckin' slut ! '

' Hey, Angie, about earlier... '

' Kill your whole fucking fam... '

' Work's really stressful... '

' Little cocksucking piece of shit.. '

' You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon baby. '

"That's not true...Angel...I-" Charlie was about to apologize but Angel shushed her by putting a finger to her lips. "Charlie please not now. I don't want to hear about it. " He had his face buried into your shoulder and whispered. "(Y/n), please continue."

You nodded and leaned your head towards him, hoping to reassure him even a little bit without looking like you're pitying him and paused the episode.

While drinking Angel caught Pentious trying to sneak in CCTV cameras in the hotel. It escalated into a fight quickly.

' Get your aggressively average body, off of me! '

Pentious then put Angel is some kind of hypnotism spell for a bit. You didn't know he could do that. That's cool. It was probably a snake power.

' Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure. '

Pentious felt like his heart was broken in two. He hid his face in his knees. Alastor just let out a 'hmm' boredily. " I hope you learnt your lesson now you slippery shit. " Angel scowled at him.

' It starts with sorry

That's your foot in the door '

This song could only mean one thing. Pentious was going to be a part of the hotel now. You mentally cheered. He deserved this very much. Pentious peeked out from his knees to look at the screen again. The song was really sweet too. Charlie looked so proud of Pentious while Vaggie and Angel was unamused. Niffty on the other hand seemed pissed off.

' I hated that song. Why are you so lame? Not a bad boy. '

"Yeah, he was so cool and now he had to go ahead and ruin it, hmph!" Niffty crossed her hands with a pout to which you sweatdropped.

' You'll have to try harder than that next time, ol' pal, hahaha... '

Everyone looked at this scene with a shocked Pikachu face. And with that, the second episode was done. There were two more episodes left to watch. But before that, your stomach let out an embarrassing noise, making blood rush to your face.

"Ahaha...I forgot I haven't eaten since yesterday. Would you guys mind if I ate a little before continuing the next episode?" You scratched you cheek.

"Of course not, I'm sorry we forgot about that. I'll go get some food -" before Charlie could get up, Alastor stopped her motioning with his hand . "Charlie, you must be exhausted after last night. Niffty dear, could you get up and get some food for our host and the two girls?"

"Going!" Niffty stood up so fast that if you weren't careful she would have hit your chin. While Niffty was coming back with food, Charlie busied herself with talking with Pentious, their apparent new member of the hotel. You picked up your phone and found out you had a new email. It said that Vaggie got the job. You quickly let her know. While celebrating the news Charlie remembered something.

"Oh no...I forgot to go to the cafe today! I didn't even let them know!"

That was completely your fault. You quickly dialed up Adrien's number to let him know. It seemed like he wasn't that angry. He would have called her himself later after the shift. He wished you a speedy recovery and you let him know that Charlie would come back to work from tomorrow and apologized for the inconvenience. And after that you started texting your co-worker about the situation you were in while waiting for the food to arrive.

Around that time, in the ground of the pond beside your cabin, a red pentagram appeared. From that a blue coloured animal emerged.

The animal had robotic parts all over its body. Actually it was a robot that just had a certain animals figure. While moving around with it's tail, it discovered that it still had sharp teeth in its face, sharp enough to bite through the hardest of things easily. It still couldn't see its whole body properly. Though it only had one thing in its mind currently.

Figuring out where the hell it was.

A.n (please read) : phew, finally done. Sorry for the long wait. I'm currently drowning in studies. Hopefully the chapter was satisfactory. I dunno if I got the reactions right(⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Also I'm kinda scared to tackle Angel's abuse episode (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I know no matter how hard I try, I'll still probably offend someone. I only ask you all to be patient with me and know that I'm trying my best.

Now for the explanation on the requirements of a new character appearing. I know you all want your favourite characters to come but it has some rules. Making everyone appear is going to make the fanfic a lot messy. I wouldn't be able to keep up with everyone. So the rules are as following,

- first rule, Reader has to watch a episode of that character. The reason behind all the current characters appearing is because we already saw them in the pilot, reader knows about their character already.

For example, we have finally met Adam and lute in the new episodes. Now they have a chance to come anytime I want in future. But as for Lucifer, he'll still have to wait till we get to his episode. (Sorry Lucifer fans)

- Second rule, If that character is relevant to the story. This entirely depends on me. I already have the whole storyline in my head. I know how the story goes roughly, how it'll end, who's going to die and stuffs.

For example, if any of you ask St.peter to join in the story after his episode but it doesn't go with the plot I have, he isn't going to come.

Hopefully this clears up a lot of things. But if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me in the comments. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Also I want to use Spanish words and phrases for the Spanish people in Hazbin hotel but I'm scared to use Google translate cause how easily it fucks stuffs up sometimes. Does anyone know any good website I could use for that? Or could any of my Spanish readers help me out a bit? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

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mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog · 2 days

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Vent post. 911 S7 finale

While I'm glad Bobby is alive so please don't get this wrong here but it doesn't make any sense?? And took out the impact of the finale as 14 minutes? Your chances of survival post 10 minutes are abysmal so even with Bobby surviving it's long recovery? Also what was Athena thinking?? Amir you deserve the world. Offering condolences to Athena after being threatened with torture and retraumatised? An angel. Eddie's part was heartbreaking. I'm glad the Diaz parents were supportive though. Christopher 💔 ( Also Eddie is a good dad so fuck off with any comments about that here also Buck was such a good dad this EP too ) Also I swear if I see BT fans sexualizing Buck's daddy issues I will burn it down cartel style. Not off the hamster wheel at all Buck this is the same shit as with Abby as for her it was mommy issues. Also the snide comments continuing from tommy? Seriously his personality outside of Buck's PoV in 7x04 is awful. Bobby is Buck's dad. I'm glad Mara didn't have to part from her family though and it's good to see May and Harry again. I'm not sure what to feel about this finale at all??? Sorry this is all rambling as it's nearly 3am my time and I kinda regret staying awake for it now. As ouch. On a hilarious point for me seeing Eddie serving despite his whole life blowing up was a thing I guess. Really still the prettiest princess no matter what.

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witchinatree · 2 days

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magnus protocol episode 18 ramble

i think i'm going into this episode blinder than ever!! i saw no vague posts and i didn't read the description

TEDDY? TEDDY? pls release this man from the horrors hes fighting his way out 😭😭

oh shit is he having the jon style withdrawals?

oh my god alice-sam-celia polycule is real holy shit

"why would i need to talk to you" lena's my dream boss

CELIA'S OUT TODAY? queen are you okay a "childcare emergency" sounds so ominous

OH MY GOD I CJOKED??? AUGUSTUS????? I WAS JIST THINKING ABOUT HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE WE HEARD HIS ASS

oh what the hell oh what the hell why are we dealing with even more talking dead people!!! what does this mean for alice!!!!

i really don't fuck with this.. hilltop road? spiders? confusing rooms? oh god honey no

so dead people talk a lot and it's not the same thing, this sounds a lot like the combination of the fears from mag160? this is really interesting actually..

oh i'm obsessed with this i take back not fucking with it. who did this to her?? it's like she's been taken by every fear like that priest from mag19(?)-20(?)

is this annabelle's work? i'm so fucking obsessed with this

i can tell the lonely and the corruption and maybe the flesh and the web and the spiral and the stranger and maybe the end are involved in this

slap a layer of sarcasm on that wound why don't you alice

"Okay, let’s assume you’re right. These cases are connected and there’s a weird murderer who can kill you with your deepest fear and then make your corpse narrate it." oh that's interesting.. that's so interesting.. alice might be onto something

sam stop pushing this poor woman she's clearly terrified

"Because if there’s one thing I’ve noticed with all these cases over the years, it’s that it’s curiosity that actually gets you killed. So thanks, but no thanks." SHE'S GOT THE HORROR SURVIVAL SKILLS SAM DO NOT TAKE HER DOWN

does gwen have to go meet bonzo again or..

alice that was a killer line but please don't rn gwen is opening up

oh this is HARD for her and now SAM IS LAUGHING AT HER????

gwen gwen honey gwen i love you gwen i'm so sorry i gwen i i

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOURE JOKING

i just had to PAUSE IT oh my god GEORGIE BARKER GEORGIE BARKER I LOVE YOU

oh so THAT'S what happens when celia wakes up in god knows where, she calls georgie barker the best woman alive

there's the lying audio distortions and georgie KNOWS, also this is definitely tmagp georgie and not tma georgie

god i love you georgie you are so weird

#GEORGIE RETURN GEORGIE RETURN #EEEEEEEE #the magnus protocol #tmagp #magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 18 #teddy vaughn #celia ripley #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #sam khalid #lena kelley #fen blogs tmagp

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circusinthewalls · 3 days

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NSFW Valeria Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Terms) [Masterlist]

What am I thinking about?

Oh, nothing, just Valeria with her arms locked around your waist on a quiet night. She's got you practically folded over, keeping you on your back with your upper half between her legs while her head is buried between yours. Mouth flush with those pretty folds.

You're a mess by now. She's been at this for what feels like hours, eating you out with a distinct, painstaking thoroughness just like she does anytime she hasn't seen you for a week. Except this time, it's been two, and she clearly can't get enough.

"Quédate quieto, amor," she mutters firmly, gaze lazily shifting up to look down at you, watching you whine while she laves her tongue over that precious bundle of nerves. Watching your thighs flex to no avail. "Pórtate bien, ¿sí? Don't spoil my meal."

You whimper in protest, but do your best to comply, too far gone in your pleasure to offer any actual verbal response or even complain about the several orgasms she's coaxed out of you. She hums, pleased when you still.

"Que bonita eres," she groans, words trailing off into wet, muffled syllables when she dips her tongue into you once more, "tan aturdido.."

A shiver runs through you, heat trickling down your spine to form a tight coil in your gut. It's no surprise that another wanton moan slips out of you.

"Mm, that's it," Valeria rasps.

She adjusts her grip, sliding one hand up to toy with your swollen bud. Her fingertips draw quick, lazy circles until she can see your insides flutter around nothing.

"Sólo dame uno más, uno más."

And so you do.

Your walls pulse, hips bucking weakly. Satisfaction blooms in her at the sound of your broken noises, orgasm after orgasm having turned your voice hoarse. She can't resist loosing some of her own as well. You'd done so well for her.

She's still drinking you down when your high starts wear off, but eases you off of her into a more comfortable position not long after. The gentle kisses she trails up your body gradually bring you back to reality, and you curl in against her when she settles next to you.

"Tired, amor?" she asks.

You nod, nosing your way under her chin, already drifting off.

"You did amazing." She presses a kiss into your hair and pulls you closer. "So good... So perfect for me, just like always."

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I love her sm it's not even funny. :( Anyway, sorry if the Spanish isn't super on point. I speak it somewhat, but I'm definitely not fluent. 💀

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Warning inane ramble incoming, it’ll probably be annoying I apologize. (*_ _)人 I spent the last several days reading every post here. I managed to convince myself to start liking some (sorry about that I’m sure it was annoying to get all those notifications) I have this weird thing where I get nervous about liking older posts cuz I mean it’s been a long time and it’s unprompted so that’s weird right? It feels weird like I’m doing something wrong or I’m being annoying, I considered reblogging too but somehow that felt worse? Sorry I am not good with social rules they confuse me both on and offline Idk my brain is wrong and I’m just a nervous socially anxious snail. (＞﹏＜)

Anyways just wanted to gush about how much I love it here and I’m never leaving (´꒳`) ♡ First and foremost Yniol has a special place in my heart they will forever be my favorite bestie (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*), yes I am biased as my partner is grey and though they don’t play IFs they were thrilled to learn about your character! Also your writing is just phenomenal, your fans are fun and creative, your characters give such warm and positive energy I love them so much they’re perfect, the inclusivity is such chefs kiss ( ´ з `) 🤌🏻✨, the angst is delicious, the fluff is so sweet and comforting, the spice is ... very blush-worthy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). This has been a journey I laughed, I cried, I giggled, and I blushed and I have enjoyed every bit of it from pasta discourse to Moldien cult wars to Arthur bunnies, I’ve had the most wonderful time. Now my mind is gonna be filled with Arthurian stuff for months my maladaptive daydreaming is having the time of its life I have a road trip next week and I’m so looking forward to just staring out a window for 6+hours while my Hound's just alternating daydream adventures with the cast o(≧▽≦)o. Also speaking of your amazingly wonderful, sweet, and supportive cast I have decided my (though I love them all) favorite poly pairings are Arthur/Morien and whole crew polycule I’d sell my soul for those but I 100% understand why you can’t really do that. I don’t think I have the endurance in me to code a single poly no matter how much I wish it so the fact you’re doing any let alone several is just god tier you are awe inspiring.

Alas I have rambled far far to much I wish I could be more eloquent in expressing just how much I enjoyed experiencing all of this but for now this is the best I can do (╥ω╥). Thank you for sharing your wonderful work it’s truly a gift to experience. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ I wish you wealth, health, and all the best in all your creative endeavors. -🐌

No, please please do not apologize. You made my entire week <3 This ask is straight up going into the folder where i keep my motivation to write and to be just a little proud of my work, thank you so so much for sending it.

For anyone having the same thoughts about liking or reblogging old posts: please do it. When I see the notifications, get very giddy and pleased, and I hope you are enjoying the food. Liking, and especially reblogging things, even more so if you add tags and reactons, not only fills me with glee but it also reminds me of old asks that I want to reblog again for new followers. So yeah, I love it, please feel free to go on a liking/reblogging spree!

You are so relatable for the maladaptive daydreaming (this game was absolutely born out of my own mental movies), I wish I could speed up the writing and editing for the next update so you can read it while you travel but I'm afraid it's a lost cause (I have been working on things, even now, but I am currently rewriting like half of it and while it is way better it takes sooo much time and energy). Knowing my characters and story are in someone's thoughts it the best kind of reward I need. I will never likely monetise this game, so this is the thing I wish to leave people with, and I hope the characters can be comforting and keep you company <3

You have no idea how much I would love to write the full polycule... maybe one day :,) But don't lose hope for the Arthur/Morien poly yet, as I decided to cancel the Gwyar/Morien poly and now I have a potentially free slot. In any case, awww, please know that this ask made me so happy today and will be in my thoughts as tkh is in yours.

Please have a lovely day and a lovely week and also a very lovely trip! Thank you again so so much!!

#lovely adorable anons #also never apologize for sening asks in anon i understand #i do the same #(anxiety)#love you!!#anon love

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What is your dirtiest fantasy that you ashamed of?

Hiya! Sorry this took so long to answer, I wanted to think of a good one! I have a lot of fantasies~

I'd love to be the only child of a single mother who had me pretty young, and resents me. But she still takes care of me. And one day when I'm in my mid teens, she finally meets and marries a man who's older than her but not by too much (like she's in her thirties and he's in his forties), and they want to have kids of their own. So they try for a while, and it turns out that my mother is infertile now and they don't want to pay for treatment. And they also don't want to adopt, since they want kids who look like them. And so they come up with an idea.

One morning, as I'm getting ready for school, my mom calls me into their room. And they both jump me and forcefully tie me up to the bed. My mom doesn't explain, but she tells me just how grateful she is that I'm willing to help them build their dream family as she rests her hand over my stomach. And I'm terrified, so scared that I'm trembling as my step father approaches.

They work together to get my clothes off of me around the bindings holding me down. By the time I'm fully naked, I'm sobbing so hard that I'm having a hard time catching my breath. My mom squeezes my breast and coos about how good I'll be at feeding her baby. All the while my stepfather undoes his belt and slips off his pants. When he climbs onto the bed between my legs, I can barely make myself look at him with how much bigger he is than me, how intimidating the bulge in his boxers js. They undo the bindings on my legs so he can grab them and squish me into a mating press, bent double as I struggle to breathe through the tears.

My mom, who's still hovering beside me, reaches down and fishes her husband's heavy, erect cock out of his boxers and plays with it for a bit. As he lines up, I begin to beg for them to stop, to let me go, to not do this too me. And they don't listen, my mom's busy rambling about how perfect their new family will be, while my stepfather's hungry gaze is locked on the pink little slit between my legs. He only takes a moment to rub too-hard at my clit before he lines up and rams all the way into me.

And I immediately scream, body convulsing as he rips away my virginity and stretches my unprepared, untouched cunt with his big cock. It doesn't stop him, my mom simply covers my mouth to muffle the noises of pain I make as he continues to thrust into me. After some time, the slide is eased by my blood and slick produced by my reluctant body. The room fills with embarrassing wet noises. My mom won't stop fondling my tits, rubbing over my flat stomach as she gushes about how excited she is to be a mom again, to finally be pregnant and have her own little baby. I eventually go limp as my stepfather drives into my abused little cunnie over and over and over again, relentlessly bashing into my cervix and stretching my little hole. When he finally unloads his hot cum into me, I whimper. The only protest I can make anymore. And then they tie me back up with my legs in the air, laying in their bed where I'll stay the next few days until I conceive a perfect little baby for them.

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Hey swaggy I wanted to ask you for advice.

You are a very cool person with a lot of cool sounding friends and I wanted to ask as a fellow autistic person... how do you do it?

I always feel so uncomfortable in social situations and around new people, but I want to make friends, because I'm lonely.

What advice can you give to an awkward and shy lady?

hi anon i have been thinking about this for a few days, sorry it took me so long to respond + sorry if it gets rambly! it's gonna be REALLY LONG (it was accidental) so i've put it under a cut but anyone is free to read this ^_^

i have had a lot of trouble over my life with the process of keeping friends; not because i fight with them or anything or do anything to make them stop liking me, i just really struggle with maintaining regular contact and "knowing how" to be friends with people. for every one friend i currently have now, there have probably been 5 more in the past where i just didn't know how to reach out to them or connect and we drifted apart because of it. i really wanted to be close to people, and be close to them like all the time, but i just really couldn't figure it out. and honestly i still really have a hard time with it to this day. from a really young age, i've really struggled with things like:

"how often should i talk to them? how do i know what's correct?" "when we hang out, what should we be doing?" "when i do talk to them outside of hanging out, how should i initiate it and what should it be about?" "how do i connect with them in ways that aren't exclusively superficial?"

mostly, i struggled (and still struggle) with the barrier that divides people into the categories "someone i enjoy the company of and who enjoys my company, but we are really just acquaintances who cross each others' paths often" and "someone who is definitively my friend that i invite places, talk to regularly (by my metrics), and intentionally seek out the company of." i'm not really sure what criteria draw the line between those two categories. i've had people who i considered best friends think we were acquaintances, and acquaintances who thought i was absolutely enamored with them and obsessed with them or something. navigating what it means to "be friends" with someone is so hard for me in my day to day life but i think i've just learned to live with it ngl.

all i know is that i absolutely adore spending time with my friends but the anxiety and fear of "what do i do with them and in what timeframe?" is always there. most of my close friends are also autistic or are very close to someone who is (like a family member or childhood friend), or we have known each other since we were wee little kids and they just got used to how i operate in friendships, so that brings down the anxiety quite a bit because they are experiencing the same thing and there are no expected rules to be followed. i didn't actively seek out autistic friends or anything, it just kind of happened, i think we gravitate towards each other for comfort in a world that is crazy insane to us.

onto the concrete advice !!!

if there is any possible way you can get yourself into regularly visiting a location or function where part of the location or function involves conversing with people who very likely share the same interests as you just by being at the function, DO IT. i hope this makes sense but this is where most of my friends came from; i participate in something i feel very strongly about, i talk to the people who are there by association because the situation requires or suggests it, and then we bond over shared interests that brought us to the function, then we become Friends. and then, those Friends you've made may introduce you to other Friends. here's my example:

i have always been in love with music since i was a little kid, so when i started 4th grade (the year my school let us join band) i joined band. it was an everyday type of thing so we all saw each other every single day and got to know each other in that 45 minute window for 9 years. it gave me a chance to bond with my classroom acquaintances over a shared interest (even just asking/telling them the fingerings or talking to them about what we learned or practicing together in practice rooms or sharing rides to concerts or gigs), and it also gave me a chance to talk to people who i may have never talked to outside of band. i still regularly hang out with a lot of the people i was in band with in high school, especially since some of them came to the same college and continued to do band, and/or they stayed local like me. i really really REALLY care about music so when people wanted some advice about it, needed help, or just wanted to chat about something shared, they would come to me and talk to me and i would be polite and engage with them and whatnot. now because of my reputation of being the Band Girl, i'm the student in charge of band and choir, i work for the music department on campus, i'm the president of a related honors society, so everybody comes and talks to me for all that stuff. sometimes it's overwhelming but i do get to talk to a lot of people i really enjoy the company of.

honestly, if there's anything u can take away from what i'm saying, treat socializing almost like networking if that makes sense? networking comes easier to me than socializing so like, if i put myself in a place where people are encouraged by the social rules to talk to me about something i'm interested in because of the shared function, and enough people talk to me, eventually i will find people i click with. i used to be very shy and awkward because people would tease me for being loud and outgoing and excitable but i stopped giving a fuck because life is too short and now everyone is obsessed with me. if you are more laid back i think this will also work just fine because there are just as many people who dislike how boisterous and outgoing i am, it's just different for everybody. normal human person things.

but srsly things like band have been my clutch. college classes are also helpful because as you get older and into higher grades, your classes become more specialized to your major, and if you go to college for a major you're obsessed with (for me it's specialties under conservation ecology and music as a minor) you will run into people with the same interests as you just based on your classes. clubs have also been important to me; feminist club, recycling/eco friendly club, creative writing club, and all the other clubs i'm a part of. for most of them, you have to attend a certain number of meetings to be considered a part of the club, so that gets me out and about and introduced to the people in it. they have events very very often that are held for all of campus and i try to make myself go to all the ones i can possibly make it to, even if i don't have anyone to go with. worst case scenario, someone will either see me alone and pity me and accompany and maybe we'll find out we like each other, or i'll end up staying alone for the event which honestly isn't bad because i prefer doing things by myself and i already intended to be alone anyway.

i also visit a lot of local shops and get to know the owners and the workers, and i attend their special events too, even if it's like a local diner with a 20% off breakfast weekend. it gives me something to do and i can chit-chat with the waitresses and maybe there will be other people there. i also like going to places like goodwill because sometimes there are people who will just like. Talk to you randomly. like an npc dialogue option but they're real

other people may say go to the club or the bar but i am NOT a solo bar or club goer especially as a woman. i will just sit at the bar and talk to the bartender if they initiate contact with me and drink my little drinks. i know that people go to those places almost exclusively for the chance to socialize but it feels almost intrusive since i don't know them. it may be different for you, it most likely isn't, but the bars and clubs are PRE-EXISTING FRIEND ACTIVITIES ONLY for me.

there's a bunch of fun little businesses too. we have axe throwing, kayak rentals/kayaking lessons, and stuff like that. i do those as often as i can and offer my advice to the people i meet there if they seem like they need it, or i engage with them if they talk to me. i've run into a lot of people while kayaking on the river who just like to chill and sit back and drink their beer and chit chat with you.

the weirdest place i have made a friend was the drive-thru at starbucks. she had the CUTEST star-themed outfit, i'm talking like she had clips in her bangs with stars on them, star-print glitter on her cheeks, hairties with stars on them that held her braids, and a bunch of space themed pins on her apron. i was like "idk if this is weird or not but i just could not drive away without saying anything, i absolutely love your vibe and i wanted to ask where you got some of that stuff and just tell you you look stunning i LOVE it" and then we almost got in trouble because we ended up having a full blown conversation after she gave me my food and before i left she handed me a paper with her snap on it lol. we still talk regularly even tho she lives like 3 towns away. if it's someone you may never see again ever, just shoot your shot even if it's weird becos u rly have nothing to lose. most ppl don't care about being weird because they themselves are weird deep down, and everyone loves compliments, and everyone loves someone who isn't scared to randomly compliment strangers in public (<- at least in my experience. maybe some ppl hate that)

if there are any clubs (like book clubs or interest clubs), any local bands like a county band if you play an instrument (we have one in my county where musicians can apply and then they play a few concerts every year and when i graduate i'm applying) OR instrument lessons anywhere nearby, maybe a local coffee shop or diner that hosts local artists every so often, stuff like that is always good. or local theater productions! you don't even have to be good at acting, i just did it because i wanted to be friends with a few of the people i met after seeing a show, and it worked. local theater is always so extremely fun because it's average people from around your area. i also go to the same spots to birdwatch often and i've met some random people through there.

a lot of it can seem scary but it's good to do things while scared to build your tolerance and also build some life experience and figure out what you Do like and Don't like in the process !!

most of my friends i have now were either close childhood friends or people i met at college, but a lot of ppl don't go to college and there are plenty of other places i have met people so i wanted to list as many i could think of. and someday i will no longer be in college so i will have to find other ways to make friends. teehee.

ALSO!! if your friends offer to introduce you to their other friends or bring you somewhere alongside their other friends, and you feel comfortable enough doing it (it's ok if you have to push yourself out of your comfort zone just a teeny bit but don't go overboard), definitely do that !!! that's honestly how i met my boyfriend AND my closest college friend i have rn.

i also feel very awkward in social situations, but i'm the type of person where i start to YAP when i get nervous instead of getting quieter and stop talking. i will say literally anything just to fill a silence and that's how i've always been. i think u have to become okay with being a yapper to some degree, even if it takes a while, even if u have to do the other steps first and get familiar enough with someone to start yapping at them. in my friend group, my favorite thing to say to the other 3 is "there's shit in my butt rn" and one day we were at a cafe for a college event and i was talking to a friend of my friends and while she was in the middle of saying something i looked her in the eye and said "there's shit in my butt rn" because i forgot to turn my body and head in order to say it to my friends instead of directly at her. it did not go terribly at all she actually laughed so hard that she doubled over and now we all say it to her when we pass her in the halls or she comes by in the dorm or smtn.

Basically, you could be the weirdest person on earth, but as long as you do it with confidence and pride then there are soo many people who will fuck with it. people tell me my strangeness and awkwardness is part of my appeal

also internet friends can help as well!!! it sucks because they aren't always the same as irl friends since sometimes they are so far away but one of my best friends ever that i've had since i was 9 is an online friend of mine and we talk all the time. he and i are closer to each other than we are with ppl irl. i find that socializing online is easier sometimes because you can just yell shit onto an app or website and then people might say something back and there's nothing personal initially involved.

i am out of Things but this is what i thought of over the past few days, i rly hope this helps at least a little bit, and feel free to send in any more asks if u want to talk !!! my msgs are also open i don't mind. godspeed anon 🫶🏻

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